Trying Not To Wriggle

It's a day of questions.

How long have we been here?

Oh, maybe a half hour. It may take some time. Be patient.

How much longer do you think it'll take?

Look, Yavin is on the case. I trust him.

Talking of Yavin, who are the two younger badgers he's talking to?

Those two? Oh, that's just his twin nephews, Hoth and Sollust.

And are they anything to do with why we're here?

Oh, I expect so. They're good kids, but kids just the same.

So what exactly are they all doing?

Well, it's hard to see, but I think they're looking at blueprints.

Blueprints?

Of the tunnels. Hoth and Solly are showing Yavin their plans.

Plans? Badgers make plans?

Yep! Badgers never dig willy-nilly. They're skilled engineers.

And you're saying that this screw-up demonstrates skilled work?

Well... no. Not their best work, anyway.

By the way, why aren't any of them saying anything?

They get by without. It's mostly gestures, looks and body language.

Badgers are mime artists? Well, they're the right colour, I suppose?

That's no coincidence. It's art imitating life.

Hang on, is that Yavin growling? I thought they were silent?

No, not silent. They growl a bit. But usually just for emphasis.

So, why is he growling now? And waving at the blueprints?

Perhaps the inspection's not going so well.

Is that bad?! What was he checking the blueprints for?

Most likely to ensure that their tunnel had sufficient supports.

So why did your garden give way, leaving us buried up to our necks?

Probably because the tunnel doesn't have sufficient supports.

Hey waitaminute, now where are those two going?

Oh, I expect they're off to bed with no supper.

So we're going to be stuck here all night?

Noooo, Yavin will sort this out. He's a Professional.

Why is he blowing a dog whistle? And why is the ground shaking?

Oh, that's probably just the digger.

Digger? What digger? Where is it?!

Underground.

Badgers use underground mechanical diggers?

Well... when I say digger, I mean giant mole.

GIANT MOLE?! Can't badgers dig their own tunnels?

Good grief, no. They're engineers and designers, not labour.

And this giant mole... it'll help us out?

Well, it'll probably just push past us and pop us upwards again.

It won't tunnel through us?

Probably not. They're very clever, are moles. If short-sighted.

What?! How do we know that it won't mistake us for lunch?

Well... try not to wriggle. I'm sure Yavin knows what he's doing.


It's a day of questions.

And it seems that I all have the answers.

But now I come to think about it, some of the answers worry me.


Indigo

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Captain's Blog - Supplemental

As a follow up to Thursday's post, where I re-embraced the idea of a social life over my usual tendency to focus on geektoys and fast food, may I please just step in to say how much I'm loving my new phone?

It's an HTC DESIRE, and it's fabulous. I've never used an iPhone and so can't compare the two, but if they're remotely similar I can now understand what all the fuss has been about.

Message ends.


Indigo

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