Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 383
“Maybe he’s hoping it’ll just start orbiting?” Terry suggested.
“Mebbe it’s like a kite, yah gotta kinda get it started,”
Dylan offered.
“I think our boy is on the same wavelength, Dyl,” Astrid
said, shifting her hips in his direction. “He’s running around
Eva, holding the paper out like a paper airplane or something.
Oh! Shit! He tripped—stepped into the orbit of a porcupine....”
“That’s gotta hurt,” Mikael winced.
“Ah...but the paper didn’t fly with him. It caught its orbit,
it’s flying by itself. It’s rounding out, taking on dimension
and...mass...” she was breathing heavily now. “Friends, we
have avocado!”
“Yea!” Everyone cheered. Dylan hugged Susan, and she
wiped at a tear.
“He’s looking around. He’s looking for something. He
can’t find it. Wait, maybe he’s onto it, now. He’s holding up
another magazine page. Now he’s running with it. He’s
jumping over the armadillo...he’s letting go...it’s in orbit! It’s
filling out...it’s...a weird looking bird?”
Kat looked sheepish. “It’s a Dodo. I always thought it was
sad that they were extinct. I’m sorry?” she cringed.
Mikael laughed out loud and hugged her to him. Brian
looked concerned and asked, “Isn’t there some kind of prime
directive against this kind of thing?”
“He’s got one more sheet. He’s running...running...still
running. This one is bigger, apparently, more momentum is
needed or something. Anyway...there it goes...bigger...bigger....”
But before she could declare what it was there was a scrabble
of anxious nails on the kitchen linoleum, and then Tobias
bounded into the room, all hair and tail and jowls. He was
wagging so hard it looked like he might break himself in