So their solution was to cut up a kleenex to make a mask to cover Tom’s face from the sourness o’ the sunlight.
¿But in what pattern?
They had to cover as much as possible while still allowing Tom to see & breathe, for if either failed, he’d fail, & he’d ne’er stop & crash into the sky.
& the question remained: ¿who would brave walking right up to Tom’s face to paste the mask on?
Despite these problems, Tom was optimistic. With this new mask the only impediment to his connection with others would finally be severed.
O, was he wrong…