And the Beedrat Argues Thermodynamics

With the rustling of the bushes, the knippewhil sat ensconed by the mutterings of the beedrat. The knippewhil had been floloping, but was just floloped out when it came across the beedrat. As far as it could make out, the small indistinguishable creature was going on about science, namely something called thermodynamics. Unfortunatly for the knippewhil, this was something altogether unheard of.

Why can't these little creatures be happy with the simple things in life, like floloping, thought the knippewhil, but the beedrat would not be diswayed. For hours the young little beedrat sat there, with the knippewhil looking over its shoulder. Never once did the knippewhil notice that something was differant. Not until the beedrat dove for the bushes. What a funny reaction thought the knippewhil. Altogether to late to notice the soft sculptural sounds of Charles Mingus. The dreaded nikinikikatungung was already done bejanzzling the knippewhil before it realized what had happened.

The moral, never argue thermodynamics with a beedrat, while Charles Mingus plays in the background.