Nellie takes a pine cone from her treasure collection at home and brings it down to waterside. It has been previously liberated, read snatched, from some other pastoral setting. She throws it into the shallows yelling out in a voice bursting with camaraderie, “have a good weekend!”
Unperturbed, big brother chimes in as the pine cone bobs away, “no, Nellie – it’s see you never.”
The two statements aren’t mutually exclusive – dreaming and pragmatism, they will co-exist forever.