sit tight in silence

no just don’t do anything, said sponge and used a cattle prod he had found in the stationmaster’s office on breadroll. it was in the stationmaster orifice, he said, you should be honoured.
stop that, said breadroll. that’s not so funny.
the cattle prod, train people issue, was of cheaper make than expected. it broke soon, having served neither purpose nor cause.

silence again

meanwhile, in the other office, something else happened. something utterly unexciting breadroll, sponge and block of wood were completely unaware of.
the sun shone.
there’s always a spreadsheet, said sponge and returned to silence.

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