This Beautiful Fantastic Page #4

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I invent things.

I'm a designer.

Numbers and working parts,

that's my specialty.

My ideas, they sort of come out

faster than I can cope, sometimes.

A pure left-brainer.

I'm more of a no-brainer.

I don't believe that

for a second.

You seem to know so much,

every book, every author of every shelf.

I'm really working there

until my book is published.

Oh, how exciting!

What's it about?

It's a childrens' book

but it doesn't really

well, what I mean is

it doesn't really have a story

at the moment.

A novel?

Eh, sorry. Tea?

Thank you.

I like your mechanical bird thing.

How on earth

do you know about that?

The other day in the library,

you left a piece of paper.

Right. Yes, I see.

My mechanical bird thing, yes.

well, I really ought to...

Would you like to see it?

My bird thing.

Well, I only live a few minutes away.

It's not far. Well, I really shouldn't.

No one else has seen it yet.

No one else has been invited

No, I really shouldn't.

It would be rude to say no.

I suppose I...

Excellent!

Come on.

I'm just down here.

Here we are!

Wow!

After my parents died,

They left George the townhouse.

Edward got the cottage, and I got this.

It's incredible.

Part of the joy's being the eldest.

I got first pick.

Here we go.

Now...

This is Sergis,

he's particularly interesting.

I made the body of a tortoise

but with the engine of a hare.

Still needs some work, though.

And over here...

Now for the main event!

This.

This is Luna.

She's powered by light.

Solar powered?

Even moonlight.

Hence, Luna.

Hence, Luna.

I love her!

I'm so glad.

well, you're the writer better.

Tell me a story about Luna.

Luna couldn't always fly,

you know.

Well, why not?

Well,

long ago, before

the world was round,

Luna and the rest of her species

inhabited a remote forest.

They had...

tiny little wings

but were flightless.

They foraged around

on the forest floor

and kept themselves

very much to themselves.

Luna lost her parents

at a very early age.

They were taken from Luna

just like that,

no explanation.

Barely out of the nest,

she was too young to know anything.

She was such a worrier.

only coming out for food briefly when

all the other animals had gone to sleep

and the forest floor

was bathed in moonlight.

She was such a

scrawny little thing,

a loner

Well, life was passing by

until one day

Luna saw a kindly traveler

holding a thing of great

wonder and beauty and...

Then what?

and that's it, for now.

But I'd like to know

what happens next.

So do I.

Are you kicking me,

Mr. Stephenson?

No.

I'm encouraging

you to get up.

If you ignore my encouragement,

then I'll start kicking you.

This garden is taking forever.

everything that matters

takes time.

You can speed read but

you can't speed garden.

try telling that to O'Brien.

Look at that.

Look!

What's that?

It's called

fragaria virginiana.

It's a wild strawberry.

Life, nature, it's just waiting to

burst out anywhere it can,

seeking the light and

getting on with it.

It's very simple.

It must have been buried

under a ton of rubbish.

Isn't it always like that?

I should have warned you,

laundry was never Vernon's strong point.

I've got something for you.

Queen Victoria wore

more color than you.

I always feel I'm at a funeral

when you are around.

Charming.

So, have you given

this much thought?

well, it should get about

5 hours of sunlight a day.

and given at the

minimum depth of 2ft, the lilies

and other aquatic plants were the ones

filled out and all the way around

and Vernon's going to help

with the filter and the pump.

what's he going to do,

cover them in puff pastry?

How quickly do you think

we can put the fish in?

Well, personally, I would wait

until there was water in there.

Approximately how soon?

Miss Brown! Yes?

Just dig.

Well, you're much better.

Yes, well, that's because I take

all that unnecessary medication

that you force-feed me.

Aha!

What is that?

Room service.

Breakfast is in the shed.

Come on, hurry.

Oh, hello, Milly.

This is the most bizarrething

I've ever seen.

Well, it's the only way

he's going to eat my food.

His Lordship would like to know

if there's any black pudding.

No.

Tell him we ran out

And it's bad for his

cholesterol, anyway.

You , of all people,

should know that.

But don't you dare

tell him I said that.

Are you going to explain what's

going on? No!

Mr. Stephenson.

Yes?

May I ask you a personal question?

No.

Please.

No.

Ask me one, then.

Definitely not.

Why not?

I don't want to trod around in

your little obsessive little world

any more than I have to.

I'm speechless.

If only that were true.

Now, shut up and dig.

I can't.

Why not?

It's done.

Well?

Well what?

Aren't you going to thank me

for all my hard work?

You'll come for tea at 4 o'clock.

This is beautiful.

Fantastic.

When I was younger, I

did a lot of travelling.

I collected seeds

from the most spectacular plants.

Each one is from

a different country.

A different color,

a different smell

and most importantly,

different memory.

I spend my days breathing life

into these wonderful things.

Where are these from?

Iran.

I found them

on a mountainside

overlooking the sea.

Will you tell me about them?

Ah, here, here!

Take these.

They're rather old, fine quality.

Do them justice.

But I...

I don't really know how...

Don't think. Just do.

So, where was I?

Iran.

Oh, yes!

In the province of Mazandaran,

on the southern shore of the Caspian Sea.

Which is, in fact, the

world's biggest lake.

Which is, in fact, your last

interruption, young lady.

I was walking through a field

that seemed endless,

all around was this

blanket of deep red peonies.

Well, anyway,

let me go back.

It was July when I arrived in Tehran.

It was bloody hot.

It was very grand

in those days, Tehran.

This is disgraceful.

I'm so sorry.

Very rude of me.

Ham and piccalilly.

It's delicious.

I don't want your sandwich.

No?

Oh, then, really?

You must have a pickled egg!

You can gather your things

together and get out.

Leave the book!

Don't think I can't see what's going on

between you two. Disgusting.

Thank you so much for those

art recommendations, really.

Inspiring stuff, especially the bird...

Get out! Get out!

Bella, hello,

Just wanted to say I'm sorry

if I caused you trouble

with the old windbag.

It's a pity you got

chucked out when you did.

I found some fantastic

Viking drawings

which I thought

would be great for Luna.

Well, you can

always show me now.

No!

No, I couldn't. Fraternizing

with the enemy is bad enough

but I, eh, no, I...

Pink wafers!

They're Miss Bramble's biscuits.

Delicious.

So, what happens to Luna?

Mesmerized, Luna couldn't

help but think about the peony.

Luna asked the traveler where

he got the beautiful flower.

"There are many," the traveler said.

"From the top

of the mountain,

you can see thousands,

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