If It Isn't A Stick

Have you found a bent stick? asks Gaius.

I have, replies Denis.

Let me see! cries Terence.

Denis shows Terence the bent stick.

Which way up is it? asks Terence.

That's the beauty of it, says Denis. It doesn't matter.

Gaius comes over to look.

It is indeed a perfect bent stick for the purpose.

This way up, a long neck and a fine tapered head.

That way up, a fine tapered neck and long face.

Furthermore at the bend there are two small protrusions.

Ears! says Terence

Exactly, says Denis.

Do you still have the eyes, Terence? asks Gaius.

Yes, says Terence.

But perhaps he should check.

They should be in his gecko shorts pocket.

Come, says Gaius. We need to make haste to the bus stop.

Terence stops checking. 

Ageless shuffles over.

Gaius lifts them into his basket.

He and Denis coast down Hummock Hill.

The Stateliner bus is waiting.

It's ten minutes to two.

Cutting it fine aren't we, says Stanley, the driver.

Apologies, says Gaius. We had something to do.

Those bikes going underneath? asks Stanley.

Yes please, says Gaius.

Get off then, says Stanley. And take everyone out of the basket.

Guess what? says Terence, as he's being lifted.

What? asks Stanley. You caught a lobster?

Hilarious, Stanley! says Ageless.

Ha ha, laughs Stanley. How'd the sunglasses go? They look a bit smeary.

Battle scars, says Ageless. But mission accomplished.

Stanley places the two bikes in the underneath compartment and closes the hatch.

Gaius helps Terence and Ageless onto the bus.

Denis gets on.

No sticks on the bus, says Stanley.

It's not a stick, says Denis.

What is it then? asks Stanley.

Denis begins to explain the various parts and potential orientations of the bent object he is holding.

Stanley looks at his watch.