Where does it go?

You know how they sweep ours up and take it away?

Sure.

How do you think they get rid of theirs?

Well, just calling on my magnificent powers of deduction I’d assume that quite obviously someone comes along and sweeps theirs up and then takes it away.

Well then my friend, I have to tell you that your not inconsiderable confidence has once more led you astray.

Oh really?

Really?

Do set me straight then genius.

You might well stand there and laugh but I’m being serious.

Okay, fine. Then tell me what’s what.

I will.

Go on then.

Don’t you worry I will.

So where does it go?

You want to know?

Yeah I want to know, if you’ve got all the answers tell me. Where does it go?

I don’t know where it goes bu-

You’re full of it.

Hey hang on, don’t walk away. I’m not finished. This is the point I’m making.

What is the point you’re making?

Well nobody knows where it goes.

Ok.

No seriously nobody knows. But I do know that nobody sweeps it away.

Be serious. What are you saying they just sit in it? That’s rubbish. We’d be able to smell it on them. Of course someone sweeps it away.

No, they sit on something and it disappears.

They sit on something? That’s what you’ve got is it? Who told you this?

I heard it.

Where?

Just you know, friend of a friend.

Oh well why didn’t you say so. I mean if a frie-

Look! I know it sounds mad but I’m not taking the piss here Steve. Apparently they sit on a thing, like a small trough or something and then when they stand up it is gone.

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Don’t look at me like that, I’m being serious. One hundred percent. I swear on the great after. Sounds mad, I know but that’s seriously what I’ve heard. And from multiple sources too!

That is the maddest thing I’ve heard from you.

You don’t believe me?

I believe that you believe it.

Think about it though, who would sweep theirs up? They’re not like us. They don’t run and they don’t get chosen for the great after.

I wish I would get chosen.

Careful how loudly you say that. If you wish it then it won’t happen. You have to be chosen naturally. It’s all about how well you run.

Yeah I’ve often wondered about that.

What do you mean?

Well it doesn’t make much sense to me.

How so?

Well it’s all about how well you run, but the ones who are chosen for the great after are never the winners. It’s always the ones who stumble somewhere during the running. And then they are taken off to the after whilst the ones who go on to win are left behind with the rest of us. How is that fair?

It isn’t about fair. It’s about being chosen. There’s more to it than just winning. It works in mysterious ways doesn’t it?

Does it?

I guess. I mean, I don’t have all the answers.

Oh really? You don’t have all the answers? Say it ain’t so, here was me thinking that you were all knowing and all po-

Alright, knock it off. Oh here we go, the little one is coming in to sweep us out.

Oh? You mean they’re not going to have us sit on a trough and make it magically vanish?

Oh shut up.