“The brain is not working and we’re lost in the wilderness!” Susquehanna wailed.
“Oh my Gawd, then we’re as good as dead!” exclaimed her fair companion Peggy Sue.
“I’d so hoped the brain would tell us how to start a fire in these boondocks, now that the weather has turned bad so surprisingly and irresponsibly. Not a cloud in the sky this morning, and then this snowfall! I can’t believe it.”
“Aren’t you supposed to have it in your genes?”
“In my genes? Like what?”
“With your grandma a Pawnee or Shoshoni, or whatever you said it was, wouldn’t you be likely to know how to build a campfire?”
“And you, with your grandma a kraut, wouldn’t you be likely to conjure up some kraut dogs, preferably with chili?”
“Sorry, Sus, that was a politically incorrect remark about your grandma.”
“So was mine. I’m sorry, Pesu.”
They did not speak for a long time but simply sat on the increasingly noticeably cold ground with their heads in their hands and light flakes of snow dancing down on them.
Eventually, Susquehanna got up.
“Even without a brain, we can still walk,” she said.
“Yes, toss that brain! We can fend for ourselves. But which way shall we go?”
“Downriver. All rivers end in the sea. Everyone knows that.”
“Ok. But where’s the river?”
Just then there was a low squeak from their advanced tablet and GPS device.
“The brain! It’s back!” both girls exclaimed at the same time.
“Fear not,” the tablet said, “your brain is working for you and will assure your proper return to civilization.”
“Oh brain,” both chimed, “we love you! You deserve a kiss!”
– James Steerforth (© 2012)
277 words about brain for Trifecta.