The Ark. Part One. Nails and Knitwear.
The Norwegian scratched his head. He had very important work to do and whoever this ridiculously small person was he had a feeling she was weird. It was probably the sombrero. Not that common in Maidstone. 'What exactly are you doing?' she asked. Svein sighed inwardly. Could no one in this country form a sentence properly? 'I am building an ark,' he said, indicating the huge boat. 'Obviously. Who are you anyway?' 'The Author,' snapped the little woman, 'and I can see that. WHY are you building one? In my field?' 'Oh, that. Do we really have to go into it?' 'YES. Of course we do.' 'Right, er, okay well you won't believe me,' said Svein unhappily. 'No one's going to...' 'Spit it out,' answered The Author wearily. 'You can't go around constructing gigantic wooden dinghies on people's land without offering some reasonable explanation.' 'No, I get that. Okay,' Sve...