Week 2 Coherence

We were losing again. Besides our one starting pitcher, we had pretty much nothing. He didn't start this game. Instead, he is currently standing in the dugout, next to me. The game is almost over, and the pitcher has been talking with an assistant coach, who's standing outside the dugout.

"Look at those wasps," the pitcher says, "They look funny. They're digging in the dirt, they've been doing that all game."

Several small bee/wasp like creatures are landing in the dirt, then small clouds of dust are coming up.

The pitcher leans forwards over the waist high dugout wall, and spits at one of the wasps. He misses. He tries again. This repeats several times.

"You're cheating, you're leaning closer to it," the assistant coach said.

"It keeps moving," the pitcher says.

"Oh, I almost got it," he says as the game continues in front of us.

He switches to another one as that one leaves.

"There, I kind of got it."

The assistant coach takes a step or two nearer.

"Long range," he says, and spits at the wasp. He hits it directly.

"Oho! Lucky, I can't even hit it from here," the pitcher says.

He leans way out over the dugout, and spits repeatedly from directly over the wasp. It misses to the left, then the right. Then to high, too low. Finally, the pitcher heads back into the dugout, and grabs a baseball. He jumps over onto the field and whacks the wasp with the baseball.

"There. If anyone asks it was a giant hornet. It was big enough that they could have seen it all the way in the other team's dugout."

"Yeah," the assistant coach says, "or a giant tarantula."

Nature Descriptive Attempt

A poodle jumps over a log. We had been walking through the trees for a while. But it was not the normal trees in an open area, logs, branches, entire trees were scattered about the ground. It was a logging area, so it was not too surprising. However, even though the strange terrain worked for me, I wasn't sure if a poodle would be agile enough.

Instead she flies through the air, leaping about as high as an average person would, and landing lightly on the other side. She has no trouble with the footing, and just jumps repeatedly like a kangaroo. Unfortunately she has a leash on her, and drags her owner behind. Instead of walking her, the owner was being dragged.

We finally reach the stream. Water flows through a ditch in the trees and undergrowth. The other side is easier to traverse here, so we use rocks in the stream to get across. The poodle scorns those, and instead just gracefully flies over the several foot wide stream, landing effortlessly on the other side.

The banks of the stream get incredibly tall here. Steep as well, but the poodle doesn't seem to care, as she skips and jumps over rocks, through the trees, through bushes. This is where one of our dogs fell in the river, he just slipped and fell over the side. But it doesn't seem like the poodle is in any danger of that. She seems more sure footed than most people.

We finally get to the edge. This is truly an extreme plunge. A pretty sheer slope going a long ways down to the water. After finding a shallower part, we can make our way down to the Penobscot river. Unlike some rivers and things, this one doesn't really have a shore, as the sheer hill starts up pretty much right at the edge. But the view is amazing, out across the river that's wide enough to look like a lake.

Whether the poodle can appreciate the view or not is questionable. But discovering her leaping abilities may have been just as fun for her.