16 October 2007
Abbe is building a very high ‘o-orn’ (tower). Not to be confused with ‘o-orn’ (pop corn) which he wants to munch on, on a cosy Friday night in. The tower actually got so high in the end that he couldn’t reach the top any longer, in spite of standing on a stool. Then it fell to pieces, but that’s sort of the whole point with high towers. He rebuilt it. And it crumbled. A new one again. And each time he was about to start a new tower, it was so hard to reach the bottom pieces.
Because you obviously have to stand on the stool.