an egg he said won’t do you no harm

have one, he said, or two you may take, too. won’t do you no harm nor will it anyone else. egg really makes me feel bloated, said sponge, i must decline, it’s not because of the colesterol. and it will harm others i’m afraid. children particularily will suffer. in trenches or not, no difference.

what herr brekst said and what he did not say

did he say he would be late, said breadroll, i can’t remember.
but you were there, said block of wood, and i wasn’t.
where you not?
no.
i came to ask a question, herr brekst said and they all knew that spring had arrived but still neither knew the question.

as he said and now

how do we go from there, said sponge and breadroll was happy to reply: around the corner.
are you sure, said sponge, that it is that easy.
as easy as that, said breadroll, i was able to break our speech pattern.
true, said sponge, let’s go.
they moved.

the consultant said

breadroll and block of wood are back in the place sponge never has left.
is there anything we can do?
no. nothing.
let’s do it then.
wha?
there’s a t in what.
it’s silent. most of the time.
that’s precisely what the consultant confirmed and recommended himself.

and now what now they said

and now? what now, they said. quietness. all seemed confused, no moves. i thought we were guided, said breadroll, so why are we bored?

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