Carr.:
Ahem, remind me what he likes to call himself now?
Baker Blinker:
Bogota. Like the projected collage series.
“Hmmm.”
Carr.:
Ah yes. Bogota, Bogota. Got a sort of ring to it I suppose. Is this related to Boos-gota? (Bogota enters the gazebo) Ahhh… here he is now, fresh from a power nap. Hello David Bowie. Drat! I mean: Bogota.
Bogota:
Bogota is my name, while I’m here. Do you like it? Baker B. chose it for me. It’s one of his future collage series, hm-mm.
Carr.:
Yes, we know. But you are also S-y-d or S-I-D from the woods.
Bogota:
Um, yes, I am recalling that now, sir. Just now, though.
Carr.:
You can reveal yourself for who you are here. No need for a mask.
Bogota:
Oh, okay. (Bogota fades out the mask)
Carr.:
So what is your true business here in Collagesity? We are honored to host such a distinguished guest. We are collectively a bit awestruck, actually.
Bogota:
Yeah (sniff). I do that to people. Actually I’m just here to read one book in particular and then leave. It’s the book by — Blood Curdling isn’t it? I’ve read the early chapters and am up to the one about, well, me again. (He smiles at both Baker Blinker and Carr.)
Carr.:
Yes, I’m sorry Blood Curdling is not one of our better town writers. Pete has a nice set of fictional detective stories if you’d like to read those instead. (turns to Baker Blinker) Pete… isn’t that his name? Pete Good… Pete Best… something. (Baker Blinker just shrugs.)
Bogota:
Um, sure, thanks. I’ll take them with me.
Baker Blinker:
Where will you go next?
Bogota:
Out there. Mars. Saturn. Uranus. The universe beckons.
Carr:
Baker Blinker is wondering if the woods will still be haunted.
Bogota:
Well, that’s what I’m trying to determine. We’re trying to figure out what those, er, woods are about. This Collagesity depends on it for energy. A fire burning.
Carr.:
“We’re?”
Bogota:
Me and my mates. My mates and I. I’ve finally got to meet Syd now. We’re catching up. Planning the future. The skies the limit. (turning to Baker Blinker) Next life I might be Pink!
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