(An apple tree along the road with a painter underneath)

Sam: Hello.

Painter: Bonjour.

Sam: Oh are you French?

Painter: What? Just because I’m painting under a tree I automatically have to be French? Isn’t that a little racist?

Sam: Umm…it was more because you spoke French.

Painter: Well this is a free country I can speak French if I want to.

Sam: Sorry I wasn’t trying to offend you miss….?

Painter: The names Eemfrig.

Sam: Well nice to meet you Eemfrig, my name is Sam. And this little guy is Waffleburner.

Eemfrig: Why do you have a parrot with you?

Sam: I keep him around for company, I’m on a little road trip right now.

Eemfrig: Hmm that’s a little pathetic.

Sam: Okay harsh, but understandable.

Eemfrig: Sorry I get cranky when I don’t eat. How does this look to you?

Sam: It looks like you’re painting.

Eemfrig: No I mean the painting itself.

Sam: Oh well it’s very pretty.

Eemfrig: Can you tell what it is.

Sam: Umm squiggles? Are they supposed to be clouds?

Eemfrig: Nope just squiggles. Well except this part is an eye with wings.

Sam: Oh that makes sense.

Eemfrig: Really now. How does that make sense?

Sam: Well isn’t it like a metaphor for a mask? Like someone hiding who they are?

Eemfrig: I think you’re looking at it a little to deeply but I appreciate the compliment.

Sam: Thanks…or I mean your welcome. Wait what?

Eemfrig: Never mind. So what are you doing out here besides stalking artists.

Sam: Driving.

Eemfrig: No I mean like where are you going.

Sam: Oh. To a place.

Eemfrig: No shit? A place eh?

Sam: Yup.

Eemfrig: You’re not the sharpest tack are you?

Sam: *sigh* I’m not a tack. I live in the city.

Eemfrig: What? Do you even know what a tack is?

Sam: Ya. Like those southern people with the guns and the hats and the trailer parks.

Eemfrig: That’s a hick.

Sam: The little animal that drinks your blood?

Eemfrig: That’s a tick.

Sam: Wait so what did you call me at first?

Eemfrig: A tack. Sam: I don’t see the difference.

Eemfrig: Are you kidding? They are two completely different things.

Sam: Whatever you say.

Eemfrig: Ok, let’s come back to that later.

Sam: Don’t know what there is to come back to.

Eemfrig: Anyway. What’s this place you are going to.

Sam: Oh it’s a cemetery in Plush Valley.

Eemfrig: Oh I’m sorry. Someone you knew?

Sam: Do people normally go to cemeteries to visit people they didn’t?

Eemfrig: *laughs* Good point. I guess not.

Sam: Yup. Only thing is I’m sort of lost.

Eemfrig: Oh where is it exactly?

Sam: Well I’m pretty sure it’s not an apple tree.

Eemfrig: Imagine that.

Sam: I wrote down the address on a piece of paper but I lost it.

Eemfrig: Didn’t write it down anywhere else?

Sam: Well I put it in my phone but the battery died. But I did circle it on my travel map. But I can’t read it.

Eemfrig: Oh well let me take a look at it.

Sam: No I cant read it because I lost the map.

Eemfrig: Let me guess that’s also where you wrote the address.

Sam: Oh my gosh. Are you psychic?

Eemfrig: Yup. All artists are.

Sam: I never knew…um. I don’t know if you noticed but my parrot is eating your picture.

Eemfrig: Get away from there!

Sam: I think he thinks it’s spaghetti.

Eemfrig: What? Birds don’t eat spaghetti do they?

Sam: Well he does.

Eemfrig: I guess I’ll let him finish, I wasn’t feeling it anyway. So how are you gonna make it to the cemetery?

Sam: I suppose I’ll just ask the locals, the towns not that big.

Eemfrig: Oh you’ve been before?

Sam: No but it looked tiny on the map.

Eemfrig: I see. Where’d you say you were heading?

Sam: Plush Valley.

Eemfrig: Yeah that’s what I thought. You passed it about 6-7 miles back.

Sam: Oh. *Sam sits on grass and waits*

Eemfrig: What are you doing?

Sam: Waiting.

Eemfrig: For what?

Sam: My car to recharge. It won’t move anymore.

Eemfrig: It’s probably out of gas.

Sam: Oh I thought you only had to fill it once.

Eemfrig: *sighs* I’ll call you a tow.