 What is the relationship like between Purnie and his new friends?
It was exactly as he knew it would be: the milky-orange stream had become motionless and its minute whirlpools had stopped whirling; a nearby bee hung suspended over a paka plant, its transparent wings frozen in position for a downward stroke; and the heavy purple fluid overhead held fast in its manufacture of whorls and nimbi. With everything around him in a state of perfect tableau, Purnie hurried toward the ocean. He ran along feeling sorry for four-year-olds, and even for those who were only four and a half, for they were babies and wouldn't dare try slipping away to the ocean alone. When Purnie had stopped time, the bees—like all the other creatures he met—had been arrested in their native activities, and he knew that as soon as he resumed time, everything would pick up where it had left off. He chose to ignore the negative maxim that "small children who stop time without an adult being present, may not live to regret it." With it under his arm he bounded along a dozen more steps, then stopped abruptly in his tracks. Purnie had heard of these playful creatures many times. Further down the beach was a pair of two-legged animals poised in mid-step, facing the spot where Purnie now stood. Some distance behind them were eight more, each of whom were motionless in a curious pose of interrupted animation. He knew, too, that at this moment, in the forest, the little brook picked up its flow where it had left off, the purple clouds resumed their leeward journey up the valley, and the bees continued their pollen-gathering without having missed a single stroke of their delicate wings. It was time itself that Purnie had stopped, not the world around him. He scampered around the rockpile and down the sandy cliff to meet the tripons who, to him, had just come to life. The tripon thought Purnie's feat was superb. Purnie ran from pillar to post, trying to see and do everything at once. Purnie's invitation got nothing more than startled glance from the animals who quickly returned to their chatter. Sure, it's your money that put us here; it's your expedition all the way. As Purnie followed along, a leg shot out at him and missed. Purnie shrieked with joy at this new frolic and promptly stood on his head. "There is, there is.
 Purnie likes his new friends more than they like him
 They don't get along at all  Purnie likes his new friends more than they like him  His new friends like Purnie more than Purnie likes them  They all get along well