Blowing from right to left. I only go one way, said The Prevailing Wind, that is why I’m called The Prevailing. Otherwise, I might be called the Fickle Wind or the Unreliable Breeze. No, right to left, that’s me. Assuming of course that you are facing north. If you should be so foolish as to face south, why then I would blow from left to right.
You can rely on me. I bring the rain in the season of rain, though sometimes I fail. At least I tried. I blow the sand into tremendous eye-catching dunes and bend the trees as they grow. What magic I can conjure with a field of wheat is beyond compare. Sometimes it looks more like water than water.
I can put leaves in a corner. I am a constant in the grand scheme.
I didn’t know it at the time, but the grand scheme of things was making way for the inevitable. We just couldn’t hold it backwards, hold its back, pat it on the back, congratulations, it’s a mermaid, have a cigar. I don’t smoke. Well, take it anyway and give it to a friend who does smoke. But he hasn’t had a mermaid, who shall I say it’s from? Tell him you won it in a raffle. I shouldn’t lie, it always come out in the end. Like that lie about your car, it’s not a Tesla is it. No, I just like to pretend.
Have two cigars and a cheese and pickle sandwich anyway. At the same time? I’d rather not. Have the sandwich later then. I told you I don’t smoke. Sell the cigars and invest the money in a project of your choosing. I have always wanted to start a company that builds aeolian harps that can generate electricity, thus covering the arts and sciences in one fell swoop. Like a falcon? Yes, like a falcon taking out a pigeon or small bird. That’s a bit bloodthirsty isn’t it. I suppose it is. OK then I shall say ‘all at once’ to avoid bloodshed. You have a blood shed! Where did you get all the blood. No, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know the gory details, I might be considered an accomplice.
Its ok, no one got hurt in this episode. There were casualties in the other episodes? How many ambulances were required? One each. What? One each episode or one for each casualty?
The Prevailing shrugged its shoulders, I’m not in charge of health and safety. In fact quite the opposite. My job is to blow consistently and if there are casualties as a consequence, well, I am not to blame. I told you which way I was going to blow, so deal with it. How can I help today, Knight that is Blue. By the by, I can only spare 10 mins as I have a meeting with the Gulf Stream at 10 o’clock, it wants to discuss its problems of desalination.
Are your attributes posted somewhere? asked the Blue Knight, Perchance on the universal notice board? If so, I hope the teenagers haven’t defaced it.
I think that considering that I have been blowing the same direction for centuries, I can be considered a global treasure.
It wouldn’t do any harm to have a short publicity campaign just to make sure everyone is in the loop, said the BK, maybe a poster on the side of a bus or some visually engaging tv adds. What we used to call a jingle or catch phrase is often effective. Perhaps ‘Blow me down with a feather’ or something like? Maybe you could get your logo on the hoardings of a popular sports stadium. A good quality logo, although expensive, can really enhance your profile. Certainly, engaging a quality PR company would be an excellent first step.
That’s ridiculous, I’m not going down that road, I have my pride you know. Anyway, who is paying for all this? Advertising costs you know, said the Prevailing.
My quest today, said the Blue Knight, is to find the most efficient method to administer a drop of concentrated kindness which has come into my possession. I would ask that you, Prevailing Wind might be the vehicle for its diffusion?
What’s in it for me, said the Prevailing.
I could arrange funding for your advertising campaign, suggested the Blue Knight.
Done deal, said the Prevailing.
The Guardians of the Cave 