Finally, after what
seems like hours of aimless wandering, Robert's body grows weary and
he decides he might sit for a while. He quickly finds a suitable
rock to hunker down. Mo stands for a moment, looking at him with an
air of confusion, before turning his back to sit, pushing his rear
into Robert's hip to force him to make space.
“Sorry, little man,”
Robert says to him, as he shuffles over to make room, “Wasn't
thinking.”
Mo smiles in reply,
offering Robert a thumbs up gesture.
“Not speaking?”
Robert asks. The midget shakes his head in reply. “Probably
best,” Robert continues with a sigh, “That way great confusion
lies.”
Mo nods vigorously,
adding another smile.
“The thing is,”
Robert replies, “I can't help feeling I'm missing something, but I
just can't put my finger on what it is.”
