Guy--Part Twenty-Four

Splog # 105

Twenty-Four

   "Well, then...if you're properly prepared, we should be heading out. It'll be some little time before we reach our destination and there's no sense in procrastinating."

   Guy was still watching bubbles disappearing above his head. Lost in disorientation, he made no response to the ongoing voice. It wasn't long before the bubbles vanished. And still he stood with his head thrown back, staring up at the hazy shimmerig of the water above him.

   "Excuse me, but that isn't our direction at this time."

   Guy remained motionless and speechless (in a manner of speaking).

   "Excuse me, but we have miles to go before we sleep, if you'll pardon a touch of unoriginality slipped into our discourse. (Of course, this won't be much of a discourse if you won't course when I dis.)"

   Still no response.

   Then, with a small chuckle, "You didn't find that funny? I must admit that I did, even though it was completely spontaneous. Or rather, I suppose, I found it funny because it was completely spontaneous. '...if you won't course when I dis.' Fairly amusing. Well, enough of that. Excuse me...Excuse me!"

   Guy seemed to have drifted into a trance staring upward through the depths. The movement of light on the layers of water above him had lulled him into a nearly hypnotic state, a withdrawal from the outside stimuli that were flooding his seven-year-old consciousness.

   But though the rest of his face remained immobile, his teeth and tongue and lips kept on forming words and ejecting them, along with bubbles of carbon dioxide, from his mouth.

   "Well, this is a pretty  state of affairs. Prepared for our expedition and our means of locomotion poops out on us. Well, I mean, really, a little boy...Not your most dependable of agents. What could Splog have been thinking? And under water!? No one mentioned submergization. But here we are. And it looks like here we stay. At least until this child comes to his senses. What has become of him? Well, I suppose it would be somewhat overwhelming. Under water breathing. An unknown voice issuing from one's own vocalizing organ. Well, anyway, how to wake up a boy...Can't throw water on him." Another small chuckle. "But how about air? His own element...Worth a try."

   And with that, Guy's mouth began to emit a steady stream of bubbles. And as the bubbles shot straight up to the surface, Guy's body slowly began to float upward also. It remained in an upright position and in a short time the crown of his head broke through the smooth plane of the water, an odd globe floating on the waves.

   Guy's head bobbed along, the only object visible on the wide expanse. His eyes were open and he was breathing but, other than that, he didn't seem to be in contact with his environment.

   After a few minutes, his lips started moving again.

   "Excuse me, here we are. Back in your native element."

   The head floated gently along.

   "Excuse me, it really is time we began our journey. We have places to go and people to see. We have things to accomplish and something to be. (Hmmm...I was going for a bit of rhyme, but I admit that's rather weak.)"