To lie and smoke on the grass in the shade of a poplar bluff on this warm shiny spring day was to him sheer bliss.
But after a time Mackenzie grew restless.

His cup of bliss still lacked a drop to fill it.
"Just keep them moving," he cried to Kalman.

"I will need to go to the house a meenit." "All right.

Don't hurry for me," said Kalman, proud of his new responsibility and delighted with his new achievement.
"Keep them straight, mind.

And watch your turning," warned Mackenzie.