Asterix the ''Star''......Obelix the ''Boulder.''

Part 03

Once Asterix spoke to me out of the pages of a comic, something to the effect that he is a star.

He said to me, '' know why they call me Asterix.''

''Nope,'' I answered.

''That's because I am a star,'' he said, ''the symbol that signifies my name is a star.''

 He drew a  ''✱'' on a piece of paper.

''Look at Obelix,'' he added, '' he is a boulder,  his specialty is menhirs''

''How do you symbolize Obelix name then?,'' I asked.

''You put down a ''b'' with a very very big belly.''

''Like this......𝝏......or..... 𝜷,'' I drew two symbols down on the same piece of paper.

Asterix laughed hard.......I would say the first one if only it looks like a ''b'' and not a ''d''

I smiled.....He was right though Obelix is like a boulder.

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