clam racing

On vacation on a lovely lake where our last evening's entertainment was... setting up a clam race. Results were not available until the next morning, when the audience favorite had managed to make it about 30 feet. Full results impossible as racers had little competitive spirit and were impossible to distinguish from one another.

Meanwhile the humans are circling one another in similarly non-linear fashion: sleeping in, eating whenever the mood strikes, completely without work ethic or purpose. You'd think there was nothing to do all day but drink lemonade and cool our feet in the water and be silly.


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