"Maaate!"(This was of course the classic Greek address, brought to Melbourne by Fish & Chip operators, as in MAAAATE, you're ten cents short! or Maate if you were a taxi driver) "Can you help me put some of this Gorilla Grip on? What he didn't know was that he was addressing a young One Tick, dressed in shorts, held up at the Tick Gate at Ceduna, and with the attitude of all young sand gripers. "How come you've got a Cotton On G String?" he asked. "Maaate!, I was told to dress up when I came to Victoria' we normally don't wear anything, ust let it all hang out; you've probably seen out statues. They are not full size of course because the wimpy Greek Parliament limited the size you can publicly display on a statue; You should have seen the real David!"
One Tick started attaching the feathers with Gorilla Grip.
The problem was that One Tick was a budding Ornithologist, and every time he picked up a feather he spent time lifting it to feel the weight and texture, spinning it around to get the right shape, turning it over to get the lighter colour to the bottom - pretty much like a recreational plane kit builder - anything except finishing the project.
A burst of wind on the stcky glue forced the feathers to all point forward and although Icarus noticed it, the glue was now too hard to reset them.
He was about to become a two - time loser as he turned, walked to the edge of the cliff and ............