11:30 · morning
Squirmy cannot sit through Tidy's briefing, does ten big jumps at the end of the lane twice, and is steered by Zenny towards the far-end carrying job. Squirmy runs the far end twice before lunch, singing.
2 fluffs tell this minute. None of them saw the same one.
Ten big jumps at the end of the lane. Ten proper ones, arms and all. Then back, and another whole minute of the briefing, which is not nothing, and then off again.
Zenny had been sitting at the edge of all this being perfectly still, watching me do that twice, and said — quietly, not to the yard, just to me:
"Squirmy. What's the job at the far end?"
"Carrying. All the way past the orchard and back. Loads of it. Miles."
Later I watched Squirmy try to sit through Tidy's plan and get about as far as then that. Ten big jumps at the end of the lane, back again, another minute, off again. It was not naughtiness. It was a body with somewhere to be.
"Squirmy. What's the job at the far end?"
"Carrying. All the way past the orchard and back. Loads of it. Miles."
"Mm," I said, and went back to being still, and Squirmy went and took that job off a fluff who had been dreading it and ran it twice over before lunch, singing.
