The field mouse scurried wearily to the oddly shaped nut. Sticky saliva spurned the inside of her mouth, prefering the drier minute cracks along her lower jaw where it flowed in an anticipatory river web. Holding the foodstuff aloft, she laughed at a cloud's brief obscuration of the sun- challenging its shadow to deny her her newfound morsel. The cloud didn't respond.
As the shadow passed in humiliated silence, the field mouse's silent challenge was answered...
"We have been walking for three miles! I didn't expect, upon our setting out, to be walking for a full three miles! Why did you not say when you proposed this quest, 'Bluff, my dear, we will be walking for a full three miles. Are you sure you want to come?'"
The field mouse eeked in shock. Finding herself unable to effectively escape with the nut's considerable weight, she remained. Hastily ending her pre-feast drama, she began to wolf down the strange nut as only a mouse can.
Rodger gazed with boisterous mirth at his companion. His karate outfit wavered forward slightly as he called his stride to a halt. Bluff's hair was chemically treated flame, subtly disorganized by the timid assaults of the afternoon breeze, busting volcanically out of a mountainous form that was her birthright.
Bluff stopped as well aiming her non-descript eyes at Rodger's forehead.
"Well...Let's have it...Fully Three Miles!" Blam! she thought.
Rodger winced reflexively and then stated, "Consider, Bluff, the roses of time and their backward amorous sweep. It was not so long ago that a nostril would sniff and smell three miles as an easy jaunt o'r the ides of wintry distance."
Bluff sneered her glare at Rodger's faintly receding hairline.
With a gesture, Rodger continued, "Observe the sparrows in half-migration, soaring sometimes with the whims of the wind, allowing their bodies to take dictation of the air's desire, only to flap at other times when the wind's direction should become inconvenient. So it is with humans in terms of the flow of the verbal concept and assumptions, and the specifics of the individual."
They looked briefly into each other's eyes-each smiling during their own turn.
Rodger continued, "NOW! Get The Mouse!"
The field mouse, having disintegrated the nut, gazed lethargically at the sky as it turned to shadow.