And so he reappears. Toned and toughly sporting bare arms in winter-he'd visited the gymn in Swaddlesbury, the nearest town, before lockdown. Not your old Malcolm, he thought. Not by a long chalk. Those sheep-he knows, now he understands. They may look the same, they may sound the same. But they are not the same. And clockwork ears do not perform well in the chilly weather we get up here, he thought. They don't realise I'm here. But what Malcolm didn't think of was-where were the others?
And so he reappears. Toned and toughly sporting bare arms in winter-he'd visited the gymn in Swaddlesbury, the nearest town, before lockdown. Not your old Malcolm, he thought. Not by a long chalk. Those sheep-he knows, now he understands. They may look the same, they may sound the same. But they are not the same. And clockwork ears do not perform well in the chilly weather we get up here, he thought. They don't realise I'm here.
ReplyDeleteBut what Malcolm didn't think of was-where were the others?