Orbital Dances

And it was in the eighth week we made a discovery that had us all reveling in the moonlight. There in the rock my pickaxe hit something metallic and stern that made my shoulders tingle all up and down. The scientists they came over and heaped the stone into one of their carts. When they proceeded out of their great grey tent forty-two minutes later they were holding above their heads a prenatal ingot the size of an ancient tree’s biggest root. The scientists celebrated with us before they returned to the tent while we spun in orbital dances.