Bridging the pothole with a vertical Legless was an ingenious plan thought up by the third statue worker. Quickly drawing a diagram, she shoved it under the nose of the ambitious statue worker with a blush.
The ambitious statue worker brushed her aside. Alice’s bird’s-eye view was not a patch on her intuition.
her “My gut instincts are never wrong,” she said.
“What have your innards to do with measurements?” snapped Alice.
“Well, it built this.” She gestured to Legless.
“A figurine the size of a water tower?”
“The figurine was metaphorical,” said the ambitious statue worker.
“Actually, I think you’ll find it was literal,” said Alice.
Hilda and Verruca pushed through the hedge talking of planks, pullies, and “pullers,” which riled the sportswomen to no end as they considered themsel
