One ought rightfully to be thinkin’ that by this point some sorta plot would have emerged in our narration of some of Gilba Gilba’s residents’ lives, but I can tell ya on good authority the only plot anywhere these days is the one Hem Slonnigum II has been diggin’ for his da out in the front yard o’ his house, near the edge of the Fleep Fleep forest. The Slonnigum family near as I can tell were tryin’ to plant more trees and Hem II bein’ the only lad who had nothin’ else to do well the task to plot out the plots of the new trees fell to him.

“And no roundin’ off the corners!” Hem I ordered his son. “I’ll know it. Oh believe me I’ll know it.”

He would indeed know it, owin’ to the fact that Hem Slonnigum I had been a tree plotter his life entire. The town’s Tree Plotter he was. Everyone in Gilba Gilba had a role and if it were mentioned in scenes previous that he did somethin’ else well you can throw that right away and know from here on out that ol’ Hem was a tree man.

“Aye,” muttered Hem II in response. He set about plottin’. He liked trees, that was for a certainty. His regular forays into the forest oughta be all the evidence ya need. Grumbling about the unfortunate way this project has gone off the rails and wondering if with a bit more planning this whole thing might have been of more interest to read AND write, Hem set to work.

“That’s a lad now,” Hem I observed from the doorway. “A handful more of those plots and you’ll be Gilba Gilba’s new Tree Plotter in no time!”

Hem grunted as he worked, doin’ whatever he was doin’. In truth doin’ the plotting during Autumn Season was a trifle foolish given the rather hard coldness of the ground. Had he his way Hem wouldn’t be doin’ none of this and the scene woulda started over with some sorta depiction of his interaction with Glen. After all, we did indeed promise such a flashback. Mayhap the next scene then if memory serves long enough to keep such promises.

Hem saw Melley down the way. He didn’t wave to her.