We want them badly.

We never get really far from the village.
We always get stopped on the way--rats, or something." And his guileless, dreamy blue eyes swept the distant autumn hills with a look of yearning.
"There are orchards over there where they don't know us," said Erebus wistfully.
"We _must_ have bicycles.

I've been thinking so for a long time," said the Terror.
"We must have the moon!" said Erebus with cold scorn.
"Bicycles aren't so far away," said the Terror sagely.
They moved swiftly across the common.

Erebus poured forth a long monotonous complaint about the lack of bicycles, which, for them, made this Cosmic All a mere time-honored cheat.

With ears impervious to his sister's vain lament, the Terror strode on serenely thoughtful, pondering this pressing problem.