Wednesday.
Grass for dinner again. I don't know about you, but I never get sick of grass. It's just so green and tasty and lush, especially when it's all dewy and moist first thing in the morning. To be honest though, this grass is a bit past it's 'eat by' date. Little patches have gone a bit brown and there's an odd smell about it.
On the other hand, saw an apple falling from a tree in the next field. This made me think about things, and I reasoned there must be some sort of grand unifying and invisible force that keeps us from floating off into space. I've decided to name this invisible force 'gravity' - for now at least, I'll try and come up with a better name for it later.
Thursday.
Strange things happening, at least the shepherd thinks so. There was a bright new star in the sky and he got all flustered about it. Don't know why, it was only a comet. Having observed it, I determined from the angle of approach, cross-referenced with the apparent velocity, magnitude and distance that it must be in some sort of orbital path, one that takes approximately 76 years to complete. Interesting, but I wouldn't have thought worthy of such a response as the shepherd gave, which was pretty much gibbering and crying out about prophecies and stuff like that. Silly superstitious shepherd.
Friday.
Shepherd, still mumbling about prophetic visions has moved us into the North field. What do you know? The grass really is greener on the other side!
On the other hand, I did have a little ruminate over this whole sun thing, and by my calculations it is highly unlikely that Earth is the centre of our solar system, let alone the galaxy or even universe. I'll do more thinking on this later, after some more lovely grass.
(To be continued...)
