Lund: I'm telling you, it wasn't here yesterday.
Iqbal: It's four metres tall, Mrs Lund. Things that large do not arrive politely.
Jonah: I think it's beautiful. It looks like a spoon that gave up.
Iqbal: Or a fork that has an opinion.
Lund: The point is, who put it here?
Jonah: The delivery truck, at five this morning. I heard it. It left a note on the gate.
Lund: What does the note say?
Jonah: "Sorry, wrong address. Back on Friday." Signed: The Sculptor.
Iqbal: So it's a mistake.
Lund: Or it's art pretending to be a mistake.
Iqbal: Then it's a very good one. Look, the squirrel loves it.
Jonah: The council said it would send someone on Friday.
Lund: Friday is three days away. We could say we didn't see the note.
Iqbal: We could say it's ours. A garden with an artwork is worth more.
Lund: That's... theft.
Iqbal: It's adoption.
Jonah: I'll name it. "Tuesday".
Lund: Fine. But I'm not going to lie to a sculptor. We'll ask him.
Fiction note: All people, places and events in this dialogue are fictional.