Goodbye Froth Sausage

I can't believe Vello and David are in Lille already, says Gaius. 

Is that where the Tour de France starts from? asks Kant.

This year, yes, says Gaius. I must get Arthur to organise the tickets.

Why don't you do it? asks Kant.

Arthur has a knack for finding the best deals, says Gaius.

It must be wonderful to ride in the Tour de France, says Faith.

Not entirely, says Gaius. It's hard work every day.

But you're in FRANCE, says Faith. Riding through the beautiful countryside.

Yeah, and the food, says the kiosk guy. All those fantastic French cheeses.

I must say the food is quite palatable, says Gaius. But we have to eat it from bags, in a hurry.

I'm the giving-out-bags guy, says Terence.

However, we do have relaxing picnics on the rest days, says Gaius. 

Belle makes them, says Terence. 

He remembers the rich picnic dishes, none of which he has sampled. 

Saucissons, cassoulets, confits, frites, croques.

As if it is listening, the curdled brown lump in his tummy starts to take on the curve of a sausage.

And to work its way upwards.

Luckily Roo-kai has noticed.

Come outside, says Roo-kai.

Okay says Terence.

I'll come too, says Gaius. One last look at the froth, before we return our hired bicycles.

Bluuuh! blurts Terence.

Out shoots the curdled brown sausage, and lands on the ground.

Gaius steps round it.

Shouldn't we clean it up? asks Roo-kai. It's right in the doorway.

I'll go back inside and ask for the spade, says Gaius.

Can't I keep it? asks Terence.

You were keeping it, says Roo-kai. But your stomach has decided.

It looks like the sea froth, says Terence. 

Another reason not to keep it, says Roo-kai.

Terence looks sadly at his froth sausage.

Gaius comes back with the spade.

Goodbye froth sausage.

Gaius chucks it into the bushes.

Where the ants start to eat it.

Ooh! Chocolate froth sausage. Still warm too. Not bad.

Ants have complex digestive systems.

So it's unlikely to have adverse effects.