“I don’t understand *any* of this futuristic book you lent me, Miss S.”
“That’s why I gave it up after a couple of chapters to play with my cat. That is, until Claude comes around.” Our planet as a cube, pheh, she thinks. Will he give the whole moronic concept up today? How about tomorrow? She has to set a limit on stoopid. 6 days it is, she decides then and there, one day for each crazy side of his idiotic belief. In her head, she even conceives of a multi-colored cube to cross off the 6 sides on during the countdown. She’ll start with the most obvious colors of red green blue for these and then move on to, say, yellow. Yes, the next square will be yellow, she chooses to end this post.
Sunklands 