Gaius and Denis have finished their coffees.
Time to go.
Terence has kept the broken spoon.
When can we glue it together? asks Terence.
Not yet, says Gaius. Perhaps when we're all on the bus.
Have you got any fish glue? asks Denis.
Quite possibly not, says Gaius.
Have a look, says Denis. Because if you haven't, we've got time to buy some.
Hah! says Gaius. No one sells fish glue!
Super glue would work just as well, says Denis.
Gaius rummages in his backpack, and finds an apple core and a pencil, but no fish glue.
I knew I'd brought a pencil, says Gaius.
We could use that! says Terence.
What for? asks Gaius.
The neck, says Terence.
Why not the spoon handle? asks Denis.
Because the pencil is wood, says Terence.
I see, says Denis. Like the rest of the horse.
The head will still be metal, says Gaius.
If we proceed with the plan, says Denis.
Would you prefer your model horse to be all wooden? asks Gaius.
Yes, says Terence. Except for the eyes.
Then we would be better occupied looking for that elusive bent stick, says Gaius. And not chasing superglue.
How long have we got? asks Denis.
Half an hour, says Gaius.
They are wheeling their bikes along the footpath.
There are no bent sticks there.
What about Hummock Hill? asks Denis.
You go, says Gaius.
We should all go, says Denis. Many eyes make light work.
Very clever, says Gaius.
Yes, Denis thought so.
So up to Hummock Hill they all go.
Ageless, who is still digesting his fish pie, sits on a rock at the lookout.
He sees Louis de Freycinet, pottering about in his dinghy down at the marina.
Louis looks up, sees Ageless and waves.
Gaius is thinking about the pencil.
Good that Terence won't need it, if they find a bent stick.
He hopes Denis finds one.
Terence is looking everywhere.
Yay! he has found one!
No, he hasn't. It's just a bent straw. A black one. Like a bent wand.
A bent wand.
He remembers the Magic Workshop that was going to be on in Whyalla..
He's probably missed it.
He is feeling glum about missing it when Denis cries out Eureka!
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