“Hello, Carl,” said Mole. “Isn’t it a lovely day?”
“Yes, it is,” said Clark, “and, by the way, my name is Clark.”
“Clark! I thought it was Carl.”
“Well, it thought it was too, but I made a mistake.”
“If your name is Clark, how you mistake it for Carl? Don’t you know your own name?”
Clark shrugged his shoulders.
“I was distracted. I’m working on a problem for Little Troll. You see, he wants to ride around the paddle wheel at the mill, but he’s afraid of heights. I’m going to figure out the maximum height of the wheel for him. That way he can decide whether or not he wants to ride the wheel based on data.”
“Come now, Mole, don’t be so triangular. It’s just a simple sinusoidal function. Here, you can help me; hold this timer.”
Clark, the cat formerly known as Carl, placed a funnel-shaped object into Mole’s paws. It was filled with liquid. Mole sniffed it cautiously. Then he tasted it.
“Not bad,” he said. “What’s in here?”
“Wine,” said Clark. “Now, when I say go, start counting the drops of wine that drip from the bottom of the funnel. Ready? Go!”
Mole started counting the drops of wine.
“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.”
“STOP!” shouted Clark.
He came over to Mole, looking very pleased.
“This is great!” he said. “Now I can figure out the maximum height of the paddle wheel for Little Troll. I have been trying to do this myself all morning, but I just couldn’t count the wine drops and watch the paddle wheel at the same time.”
“Er, what do you do with the leftover wine?” asked Mole.
“Oh, I drink it,” said Clark.
“And you’ve been doing this all morning?”
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“I think I figured out why you forgot your name.”
Daily Prompt: Wheel