Saturday, January 27, 2007

"The only thing  we  can  do  now,"  said  Benji,  crouching  and
stroking his whiskers in thought, "is to try and fake a question,
invent one that will sound plausible."
"Difficult," said Frankie. He thought. "How about What's yellow
and dangerous?"

Benji considered this for a moment.

"No, no good," he said. "Doesn't fit the answer."

They sank into silence for a few seconds.

"Alright," said Benji. "What do you get if you multiply six by
seven?"

"No, no, too literal, too factual," said Frankie, "wouldn't
sustain the punters' interest."

Again they thought.

Then Frankie said: "Here's a thought. How many roads must a man
walk down?"

"Ah," said Benji. "Aha, now that does sound promising!" He rolled
the phrase around a little. "Yes," he said, "that's excellent!
Sounds very significant without actually tying you down to
meaning anything at all. How many roads must a man walk down?
Forty-two. Excellent, excellent, that'll fox 'em. Frankie baby,
we are made!"

They performed a scampering dance in their excitement.

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