So, there I am, shredding some pot-roasted pork for tonite’s Mexican meal, when Nels approaches. He just woke up, and he’s hungry. However, Nels understands that a trade must take place. Like the savages of old who traded valuable furs for gold trinkets, Nels offers me a toy ViewMaster and then says “Hung-ee?” Unfortunately, this savage can only speak broken English, and not enough for us to communicate fully. As for his native tongue, it’s a Godless, pagan one I do not comprehend.
This savage also understands intuitively the role that status plays in our modern world. At the end of the bath time, I prompt him “Say goodbye, soap.” He looks at the soap, but catches the trick. Addressing the Enhancing and Revitalizing shampoo with a serious look, he says “Good-bye, Dampoo.” Then, and only then, can he address the lowly surfactant with a simple “Good-bye, Doap.”
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