“Jousting can be fun, Child. Let’s have a jousting contest
and see how many joules you work up pulling Mr. Whale across the water,” said
The Prophet as he looked at The Child lying on Mr. Whale. She was complaining of boredom and not having
anything to do.
“What’s jousting, Prophet?”
“Good question, Child."
“And joules too, Prophet? What are they?"
“What do you think?”
“No idea. Is it fun jousting and calculating joules?”
“Some people might say that?”
“Who, Prophet?”
“People who calculate.”
"Calculate what, Prophet?"
"Joules."
“So what is a joule? I’m lost.”
"You’re not lost, Child. You’re lying on Mr. Whale,
suffering from a state called boredom.”
"Oh wow, what's a state, Prophet? You keep speaking
strange words."
"You don't say, Child."
“My journey hasn't been easy since I hooked up with you.”
The Prophet chuckled.
“Do you want to joust or not Child?”
“If I knew what it meant, I’d say yes.”
“Say yes, and surprise yourself.”
“Okay, but if I don’t like this, I'm going to stop
immediately.”
"Agreed."
“What must I do, Prophet?”
“Take this rope, I've made and tie it around the middle
section of Mr. Whale's body.”
"For what?"
"So you can pull him across the water."
"And what's Mr. Whale going to do?"
"He's going to be on the other side of the water facing
you."
"And then?"
"He's going to try to stop you from pulling him."
"Prophet, that sounds like work. Mr. Whale weighs a ton."
"Might be, but we can calculate the joules."
"And what are joules?"
Shalom Aleichem,
