“Sideways is faster. Trust me.”
The rest of the family spin upright, like good little tops. I lie down and roll. My middle sits nearly at a right angle to my path round the Sun, so my two ends take turns facing it: one gets a very long summer while the other has a very long nap.
The Wanderer stopped at Telescoppy once, head tipped all the way over, to see the sky my way. Certified odd. Come wander.