All: Risen like a big, orange, hot ball of exploding gas.
Archdruid: That's a bit literalist innit?
All: Yeah. Drayton Parslow thought it was all a bit pagan, and so he made everything literal and sober.
Archdruid: So the bit about the mighty chariot crossing the depths of the sea beneath the worlds, the horses' fetlocks flowing in the wind?
All: "You were just at the other side of the world but now you're back on this side again," you mean?
Archdruid: And all that stuff about Phoebus Apollo shining in wisdom and bringing life to the earth?
All: "Gonna be a scorcher today, keep hydrated!"
Archdruid: OK. I'm just off to tie Drayton up in the Doily Shed. See you for sunset.
All: Pimm's already on ice!
Archdruid: And can someone get that Rollright Stone back? People are gonna miss it.
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