Our neighborhood Coldspring Creek is a ditch

Tortoise Cat: I'm no swimmer, but that so-called creek down our block seems more like a ditch.

Chameleon: That almost-stagnant stream is part of this city's drainage system, I suppose.

Tortoise Cat: EYOW -- outside drains! So there are NO fish to catch in there, anyway?

Chameleon: Well, there might be a few, but probably far between, Tortoise Cat. Now I imagine you swim expertly, instinctively.

The Invisible Chameleon hides in shadows, but today shadows fade and blur!

Tortoise Cat: OK, whatever you imagine, Chameleon. But I'll seek more neighborhood say-sos before I dip a paw. EYOW, that'll take a long while!

Chameleon: OK, I splash and tell a little while later, Tortoise Cat.

Tortoise Cat: EYOW, that's swell. But don't shake off on me, after!

The Invisible Chameleon is splashing to check this Cold Spring Road ditch for fish!

The Tortoise Cat was dreaming of flying

Tortoise Cat: Chameleon, tell me how the Big One, you and I will fly higher than hawks for a while soon!

Chameleon: Well, I'll gyro-flap my magic wings as usual, Tortoise Cat. But you and the Big One will jet
along at great sky-speeds and adventure vast earthly distances above the clouds with strong, stiff, giant metal wings...!

Tortoise Cat: EYOW...Chameleon, tell me MORE...NOW.

Chameleon: I'll elaborate later. Now let's dream how.

Tortoise Cat: OK, I'll blur my furs a while, then dream we're flying among these firs soon, then dream gyro-winging and jetting above clouds and hawks later.

Chameleon: OK, Tortoise Cat.