'It'll be fun,' Norma said, 'and there's nothing that can possibly go wrong so we can all have a relaxing time.'
'I just don't see how poetry fits into it?' Horace replied.
'Well.......it doesn't really,' Norma conceded.
'Then why....?'
'Because for most people not everything revolves around poetry.'
'It does for me,' Horace said.
'Yes,' Norma replied, 'but, possibly, with a bit of effort, you could move beyond that?'
Horace stared off into the distance.
'Look,' Norma continued, 'everyone else is going and we never seem to do anything as a herd these days.'
'There are reasons for that,' Horace replied.
Norma decided to ignore the observation.
'I'm asking you to go,' she said.
'........................................If I must?' Horace mooed.
'Thank you!' Norma replied. 'Now, we're sailing first thing tomorrow morning.'
'I'm not sure I can be ready that quickly,' Horace said. 'I'll need to choose which paper to take with me and my pencil needs sharpening.'
Norma sighed. 'Well, I don't suppose it'll be absolutely first thing. We'll have things to load and the sails to set and the anchor to weigh.'
'And Captain Bill will have to get the ship out of the harbour without sinking,' Horace added.
'...........................................................................................That doesn't happen every time!' Norma replied.
But she agreed that Horace didn't have to be onboard for the first week if he didn't want to be.
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