Orders

"What are you doing here?" Norm asks, adjusting his hard hat. "You can talk?" Jones repeats, stunned. Norm rolls his eyes and directs his attention to Olivia. "What are you doing here?" He asks again. "We got lost." She confesses. "Yeah, well, get lost somewhere else. I have work to do. Freddy will be here any minuet." "Who's Freddy?" Jones asks. "He's a fox." Norm says with a sideways grin. "Can he talk as well?" "He can. He just usually chooses not too." Norm notices the bonfire. "You didn't get lost." "No, We did. In fact we were abandoned." Olivia says. "Abandoned?" He repeats. "Yes, we were left here all alone. With no way to get off the island." "I'm sorry. That's tough. But you can't stay here. I have orders. Freddy should be arriving with the bulldozer soon." "Did you just say you have orders?" Jones asks. "I did. What's it to you?" "That means that there are other's on this island." Norm half laughs. "There are." "And that would that there is a society here." Jones continues.  Norm folds his arms. "I don't like where you are going with this." Olivia crouches down to Norm's height. "We would really appreciate if you were to let us into their society. We promise we won't stay long." Norm throws down his arms. "Fine, but I'm not building another boat." "I wouldn't dream to ask you." Norm stomps past them. "Well,come on. What are you waiting for?"