The boat trundled through the waters next to the island. The tourists took pictures, but she sat there silently. She thought about the hallways she had ran down, the tin can phones between balconies, the morning wash drying on the clothes lines.

Above the tiny island, the triangle birds circled.

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[Open on Enlil grooming his hair in front of a reflective copper mirror. He wears a tunic of fiery orange, a canary yellow undergarment, and an olive-colored sash.]

Nammu: (voice, heard in the far-off background) Enlil.

Enlil: (alarmed) What is it?

[Enlil...]

Enlil stops smoothing [his] hair and glances around before resuming. Suddenly, [he] hears a distant voice.

[Nammu]:(offscreen) Enlil!

Enlil: (offscreen) Hey, Nammu, come over here!

Enlil: [Nammu], where are you? Are you far?

[Enlil opens a chest below the washing area]

What is this?

[Looking inside his comb for signs of a camera]

Is everything here to keep a lookout?

[Enlil looks around uneasily.]

Nammu: (calling out from afar) Enlil, come to the workshop, Enlil!

[Transition to Enlil arriving at the workshop. There is a pickled vegetable and a tool on Nammu's workbench.]

Nammu: On my anvil, Enlil.

Enlil: Art thou a specter, set to belch upon me?

Nammu: Invert the pickled vegetable.

Enlil: What sorcery is this? Shall I lay my hands on it and you claim it as an unearthly phallus?

Nammu: Do not falter, Enlil. Turn the pickle, and you shall find great reward.

Nammu, with a mischievous grin, is turned over. Enlil gasps upon discovering Nammu's face etched onto a pickle. "I've transformed myself into a pickle, Enlil! Behold! This is my grand reveal: I am a pickle! Why doth thou gaze upon me so, Enlil? I hath transformed myself into a pickle!"

Enlil: And?

Nammu: "And"? What more dost thou seek to add to this? I transformed myself into a pickle, and the collapse of the ziggurat was a hidden machination?

Enlil: Knowest thou it to be true?

Nammu: Who cares, Enlil? Wars and conflicts happen every day. Ah, here's something that's never happened before: I am a pickle. I am Pickle Nammu!

Enlil: Are you kidding me? Being a pickle doesn't make you cool or interesting. You need to find a way to turn back into your original form.

Nammu: But why? This is a great opportunity for me to explore the world in a new way. And don't forget, Enlil, I'm still a god.

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