Lemon Surprise

Katherine makes three cups of tea.

Margaret slices Gaius's last apple.

Gaius looks for the wedge of lemon.

Look in the bin, says Katherine.

Ah yes. The wedge of lemon is there in the bin.

Now where's the black pen?

Can we keep it? asks Terence.

Not if I get it working again, says Gaius. I must return it to Gerald.

It wasn't HIS! says Terence.

Hers, then, says Gaius. I wonder which room they were in?

Go and ask at Reception, says Katherine.

You should go now, says Margaret. They might check out early.

Don't go now, says Terence.

But Gaius has got the pen working, and goes now.

You're bright and early, says Reception.

I need to catch Gerald and his companion before they leave, says Gaius.

Gerald? says Reception.

That's all I know of his name, says Gaius. Their pen wasn't working, but I've managed to fix it.

How kind, says Recption. You can leave it with me if you like.

I will, says Gaius. My cup of tea will be getting cold. 

Were you all comfortable last night? asks Reception.

We were, indeed, says Gaius.

What about the little guy? asks Reception. Did he look out of the window? Did he colour his frog?

Not only that, says Gaius. He gave his potato spun prawn a flying lesson.

They're normally meant for eating, says Reception.

I know, says Gaius. But he isn't allowed to eat solids.

Did it learn how to fly? asks Reception, expecting no for an answer.

I think not, says Gaius. Except for the bits of potato.

So the cleaners will have a job to do, says Reception.

I think we've picked it all up, says Gaius.

Excellent, says Reception. Well, don't let your tea get any colder.

Gaius returns to room ten.

A minute later, Gerald and his companion arrive at Reception.

I've a surprise for you, says Reception. 

She shows them the pen.

Gerald takes it.

The gentleman in room ten fixed it, says Reception,. He's just dropped it off.

I wonder if it still smells of prawn, says Gerald's companion.

Smell it, Cloris,  says Gerald.

He thrusts it under her nose.

Sniff.

Lemon! says Cloris.

Morning Movements

Gaius wakes early. 

His feet are cold.

Look, says Terence. Here's my new parrot.

Gaius looks at the new parrot.

It looks more like a prawn.

Where did it come from? asks Gaius.

YOU know! says Terence. My potato spun prawn.

Wheres the potato? asks Gaius.

It fell off when he was learning to fly, says Terence.

So where is it? asks Gaius.

Terence hadn't thought this would matter.

On the floor, says Terence.

I'll clear it up before Katherine and Margaret wake, says Gaius.

He hops off the bed and starts picking up fragments of curly potato.

Margaret stirs. Where is she?

 Oh yes, sleeping in a bed next to Gaius.

She opens one eye.

Gaius's bed is empty. She sits up.

Good morning, Margaret, says Gaius. I trust you slept well?

Very well, says Margaret. What are you doing down there?

Picking up bits of potato, says Gaius. 

I'll help you, says Margaret. But first I must go to the toilet.

She gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom.

Katherine sits up.

Katherine's awake! says Terence.

No wonder, says Gaius 

What's going on? asks Katherine.

Gaius is picking up the potato that fell off my parrot when I was teaching it to fly, says Terence. And Margaret's going to help when she's been to the toilet.

I've been, says Margaret, emerging.

I'll help too after I've been, says Katherine.

Gaius keeps picking up tiny shreds of potato.

Parrot? thinks Katherine, as she sits on the toilet. I bet it's that prawn!

When she comes out, there is a pile of potato parts on the table.

Terence, says Katherine, surely you don't expect a dead prawn to fly?

It's trying, says Terence.

It's the prawn he had at dinner, says Margaret. 

I guessed that, says Katherine.

It just needs better wings, says Terence.

Better than what? asks Katherine.

The ones I drew with the black pen, says Terence.

So! says Margaret. You used the black pen on the prawn again, after Gaius had fixed it.

Better test it, says Katherine. Do we still have the wedge of lemon?

The question is for Gaius, who last used the lemon.

But Gaius is now in the toilet.

Tempting Except For The Flying

 It is a long night already.

Terence has finished his eye.

He has decorated the warty blotches, with random black dots.

You look good, Freddy, says Terence.

But Freddy is only an illustration and not a real frog.

Terence looks out of the window.

Up at the night sky.

If only he had someone to talk to.

Like a parrot.

The moon becomes visible. Then disappears, wrapped in cloud.

It reminds him of his potato spun prawn. Where is it?

He put it down somewhere.

On the table. But it isn't here now.

He listens. Perhaps it is wailing.

Ouaiouai. 

It's coming from the fridge in the corner.

He gets down from the table, and tiptoes to the fridge.

Opens the fridge.

Inside, is his potato spun prawn, wailing.

Ouaiouai.

How come you can wail? asks Terence. You don't have a head.

I've got these, says the potao spun prawn.

These what? asks Terence.

These two dots, says the potato spun prawn. Gerald did them, remember?

They're EYES! says Terence. And not even real ones.

One is an eye and the other one is wailer, says the potato spun prawn. 

Do you want to come out of the fridge? asks Terence.

Yes, it's cold in here, says the potato spun prawn.

Want to see my green and golden bell frog? asks Terence.

Okay, says the potato spun prawn.

Terence carries the potato spun prawn to the table

Did you draw that? asks the potato spun prawn.

No, I just coloured it in, says Terence.

You're a really good colourer, says the potato spun prawn.

Thanks, says Terence. How would you like to be my new parrot?

What does that involve? asks the potato spun prawn.

Helping me, says Terence. And flying.

Well, this is tempting, except for the flying

Worse, Without It

 Margaret has gone to sleep in her bed in the middle.

Katherine has got into the bed on the end.

Gaius is sitting on his bed near the window.

When are you going to bed? asks Terence.

When the ladies are asleep, says Gaius.

They ARE asleep, says Terence.

What will you do? asks Gaius.

Colouring, says Terence. 

Would you like to do it by the window? asks Gaius. I could move the table.

Yes, says Terence. I like being near the window.

Gaius moves the table across to the window. 

A small table, but it squeaks on the tiles.

Margaret is roused from her sleep by the squeaking.

What was that? wonders Margaret

Then: Where am I ? 

Then: Oh yes, in a motel room with Katherine and Gaius.

Perhaps that noise was Gaius getting up to go to the toilet. 

In his underwear. 

Or worse. Without it.

Dare I look?

No that would mean turning over.

She looks across at Katherine whose eyes are wide open.

She'll have seen something.

Margret tries to go back to sleep. 

You've woken Margaret, says Katherine.

Curses, says Gaius. It was the table. Sorry Margaret.

That is perfectly all right, says Margaret.

Should she turn over? It's now or never.

Ah! Gaius is still in his day clothes.

I'm just setting Terence up for the night, says Gaius. He plans to colour the bell frog by the window.

Quietly, I hope, says Katherine.

So do I, says Terence. Can you hear this?

He starts on the eye.

No, says Katherine.

Nor me, says Margaret.

Are you going to bed now, Gaius? asks Katherine. 

I'm not getting into it, says Gaius. It may be too hot, and I don't want to dirty the sheets.

Don't tell me you're going to sleep in your clothes, says Katherine.

Nothing wrong with that, says Gaius. I'll take my clogs off, and cover my feet with a towel.

Both Margaret and Katherine have their own thoughts about this.

They soon fall asleep though, being tired.

Gaius turns the light out and lies down on his bed. 

All is quiet.

Terence finishes the eye, by the light of the moon coming in through the window.

Now what? This will be a long night.

Now She Doesn't

They return to room ten, and its three single beds.

It's been a long day, says Margaret. I think I'll turn in right away.

Me too, says Katherine. But first, we should choose which bed we're having.

Which one are you having Gaius? asks Margaret.

Whichever one's left, says Gaius.

Have the one next to the window, says Terence. 

Very well, says Gaius. 

I'll take the one in the middle, says Margaret.

Next to him! says Terence. 

I could take it, says Katherine.

It matters little to me, says Gaius. I sleep soundly.

Margaret goes off to the bathroom, with her toothbrush and pyjamas.

Katherine sits on the bed near the door, awaiting her turn.

Gaius takes the black pen out of his pocket and strokes the tip with his finger.

Is it working? asks Terence.

No, says Gaius. I need something like a wedge of lemon.

You're in luck, Gaius, says Katherine.

She hands him a wedge of lemon.

Where did that come from? asks Gaius.

Your surf and turf, says Katherine. I thought, as we were leaving the restaurant, that it might fix the pen.

Most ingenious, Katherine, says Gaius. 

He pokes the tip of the black pen into the wedge of lemon.

And tries it again on his finger.

Let's see! says Terence.

Gaius shows him the squiggle he has drawn with the pen.

Yippee! cries Terence.

Margaret comes out of the bathroom, smelling nice.

Gaius has fixed the pen, says Katherine.

Well done, says Margaret.

Katherine had the presence of mind to save a wedge of lemon, says Gaius.

Did she? says Margaret. I didn't see lemon wedges on our dinner.

It was on GAIUS'S! says Terence.

Margaret raises her eyebrows.

Katherine picks up her pyjamas and heads to the bathroom.

Well night-night, says Margaret, getting into her bed in the middle.

Good night Margaret, says Gaius. I hope I don't disturb you when I get into bed.

I shall be fast asleep, says Margaret.

So you won't see him in his pyjamas, says Terence.

She wouldn't anyway, says Gaius. I didn't bring pyjamas.

Yikes, says Terence. Are you going to sleep in your undies?

No, says Gaius.

He doesn't want Margaret to think he plans to sleep in his undies.

And now she doesn't.

The Dud Pen

Terence returns to the table.

I nearly got a black pen, says Terence.

What do you mean nearly? asks Katherine.

They kept it, says Terence.

Those people you were talking to? asks Katherine.

Yes them, says Terence. Look what they did to my prawn.

Katherine peers at Terence's potato spun prawn.

It has eyes! says Katherine. Look, Margaret.

Margaret looks at the eyes. So does Gaius.

Did you ask them to do it? asks Gaius.

No, says Terence. I asked them if they had a black pen.

It will probably have ruined their pen, says Gaius.

Perhaps you should go across and apologise, says Katherine.

I? says Gaius.

You've finished your dinner, says Katherine. Margaret and I are still struggling.

All right, says Gaius. 

He stands up and walks over to Gerald and the woman.

I've just come to thank you for drawing eyes on our young friend's potato spun prawn, says Gaius. Did it ruin your pen?

We don't think so, says Gerald.

Meaning you havn't tested the pen? asks Gaius. 

No, we haven't, says the woman. Perhaps we should, Gerald.

She takes it out of her handbag.

How shall I test it? asks the woman.

On this paper napkin, says Gerald.

She tries to write something with the pen on the paper napkin.

And fails.

Try spitting on it, says Gerald.

No, Gerald! says the woman. That's disgusting. I'll just have to throw it away.

In that case I must apologise, says Gaius.

Not at all, says the woman. It's all Gerald's fault, really.

Yes it is, says Gerald. Think nothing of it.

May I have the pen, if you're throwing it away? asks Gaius. If I get it working, I'll return it. Are you staying at the motel?

Yes, we are says the woman. That's very kind of you.

I have my own reasons, says Gaius. If I do get it working, young Terence can use it to blacken the eyes of a green and golden bell frog he's colouring.

O how charming! says the woman. I hope you do get it working.

Thank you, says Gaius. I'll let you know in the morning.

He takes the dud pen back to the table, to tell Terence the news.

A Prawn's Life

Is this for the little one? asks the server.

Yes, says Margaret.

The server places a plate before Terence.

On the plate is his potato spun prawn.

Gaius, Margaret and Katherine eye it sideways.

Where's the prawn? asks Terence.

Wrapped inside the strings of potato, says Katherine. There, see its tail?

Where's its head? asks Terence.

It's probably been cut off, says Gaius. I wonder how they do the potato?

They use a potato curler, says Katherine. Then wrap it round and round the prawn and deep fry it.

Hello little prawn, says Terence, I'm not going to eat you. 

The little prawn has had enough things go wrong in its life to appreciate this concession, if that were possible.

After dinner I'll show you my frog picture, says Terence.

It won't be able to see it, says Katherine. No eyes.

Not to mention it's been deep fried, says Margaret. 

The two spaghetti bolognaises arrive at this moment.

Which shuts up the two ladies.

The surf and turf''s coming, says the server.

She goes away and comes back with Gaius's dinner.

A steak with three prawns arranged on it.

This is not what I expected, says Gaius, when the server has left.

What did you expect? asks Margaret.

Perhaps a steak stuffed with crayfish, says Gaius.

Are you going to eat them? asks Terence.

Yes, says Gaius. I am.

Boo! says Terence. They could have been best friends with my prawn.

Gaius gobbles the prawns and then starts on his steak.

See that? says Terence. He ate your best friends.

But no, his prawn did not see. 

Terence watches the grownups eat their dinner.

How long will they take? 

Can I get down? asks Terence. 

What for? asks Gaius.

To look around, says Terence.

I suppose so, says Gaius.

Terence grabs his potato spun prawn and gets down from the table.

The potato spun prawn is still warm.

Terence walks across to the next table where two people are dining.

Hello, little boy, says the woman. 

Have you got a black pen? asks Terence.

I do, says the woman. I keep one in my handbag. Why? Do you need it?

Yes, says Terence. For two things.

What are they? asks the woman.

Eyes, says Terence.

He probably wants to draw eyes on his potato spun prawn, says the man.

What makes you think that, Gerald? asks the woman.

He's not eating it, says Gerald.

Is that why you want it? asks the woman.

No, says Terence. I mean yes, that's why I want it.

Your prawn's greasy, says the woman. It'll ruin my pen.

Only the outside is greasy, says Terence.

He's right, says Gerald. I believe it could be done cleanly.

Oh, all right, says the woman. Will you let Gerald do it?

Yay! says Terence, giving Gerald the prawn.

Gerald takes the pen from the woman, and inserts the tip into the top of the potato spun prawn.

He draws two beady eyes on the place where the prawn was beheaded.