To the unending amusement of Tlön’s mates, he was partial to anything sour. Unripe fruits delighted him more than anything else, and he always knew when and where to find them. As soon as the fruits turned somewhat sweet, his mates would follow him to his finds, which he would relinquish to them without much ado. Early in the season it was a question of days until the fruits would ripen, and he would get miffed a bit about the nosiness of his playful mates. One day he surprised a few of them as they started following him as stealthily as they possibly could. He appeared in front of them out of the blue. Without a word, he presented them with the sweetest fruits they had ever tasted. Although Tlön would not tell them where the delicacies came from, that was the last time his mates followed him in his search of fruit to his taste.