It Might Be A Possum

Terence goes back inside. 

I don't think she's coming, says Terence.

She may turn up in the morning, says Minnie. Would you like some beef pie?

I'm not allowed, says Terence. 

Of course, sorry, says Minnie. What will you have then?

A red drink, says Terence. And tomato sauce on a plate.

The others are already eating the beef pie, at the kitchen table.

Excellent pie, says Gaius. 

Delicious, says Katherine.

Ages since I've made one, says Minnie.

Minnie sets a plate of tomato sauce before Terence, the sauce in the shape of a heart.

Thank you, says Terence. Is it a parrot?

No it's a heart, says Minnie.

Can it be a parrot? asks Terence.

Just eat it, says Margaret. Someone give him a spoon.

Minnie gives Terence a spoon.

He uses it to draw parrot legs on the heart.

And a beak like a prong.

What are the plans for tomorrow? asks Minnie. 

I'd like to visit the National Gallery, says Katherine. 

You'll love it, says Minnie. Shall I come too?

Yes, do, says Katherine.

Gaius and I are going to edit the frog video, says Margaret.

We can do that tonight, says Gaius. Tomorrow I should like to return to Mawson Ponds. It occurs to me that I only made contact with two bell frogs. There must surely be others.

I'm waiting here for my parrot, says Terence. 

Scraatch scraatch! 

Do I hear a scratching sound? asks Minnie.

Terence runs to the front door.

Look out through the window! says Minnie. It might be a possum.

This is a good idea.

It might be a possum.

Terence looks out through the window.

There is something small moving behind one of the flower pots.

It could still be a possum.

Terence can see bits sticking out.

The bits appear, twitch and retreat behind the flower pot.

Do possums twitch? asks Terence.

No, says Gaius. 

And Gaius would know.

So it can't be a possum.

Terence opens the door.

Red Feathery Trousers

Terence goes back inside.

Minnie is placing the beef pie into the oven.

Forty minutes, says Minnie.

Guess what? asks Terence.

Tell us, says Katherine. 

I might be getting a parrot, says Terence.

The one who just left? asks Gaius. 

No, a girl one, says Terence. A girl one called Prong.

She will be duller, says Gaius.

Gaius! says Katherine.

In colouring, says Gaius. The female superb parrot is a duller green than the male, with red thighs and pink patches on the tail feathers.

Red thighs! says Minnie. Sounds alarming.

It does, says Katherine. Who knew parrots had thighs?

Chickens do, says Margaret.

Must be tiny, says Katherine.

What are thighs? asks Terence.

These, says Katherine, patting hers.

They are tiny, says Gaius.

Thank you Gaius, says Katherine.

I didn't mean yours, Katherine, says Gaius. But if Terence does get a female parrot, we shall see for ourselves.

We shouldn't all stare at them, says Margaret.

No we shouldn't, says Minnie. Are they red all over?

No, just at the top, says Gaius. Like little red feathery trousers.

Terence is not sure he wants a girl parrot with little red feathery trousers.

When will she be coming? asks Katherine.

When her dad tells her to come, says Terence. When he sees her.

And he's sure that she'll come? asks Minnie.

No, he isn't but I am, says Terence.

Perhaps we should make sure she knows that she's welcome, says Minnie. Let's leave a protein ball on the front step near the flower pots.

Yes! says Terence.

Minnie goes to the pantry and returns with a protein ball, covered in seeds.

This might have made Terence sad, remembering Prawny trying a seed once and almost bouncing.

But he's forgotten all that.

He takes the protein ball and places it outside near a flower pot.

Inside, the beef pie is heating, delightful scents wafting into the garden.

Delightful to some. Not to parrots.

Terence closes the door. 

The sky darkens. 

And Prong does not come.

A Parrot Called Prong

Can I go outside? asks Terence.

What for? asks Gaius.

To talk to the parrot, says Terence.

Is it the one from this morning? asks Minnie.

Yes, says Terence.

Let him in, says Minnie.

Terence opens the front door and the superb parrot flies in.

Hello all, says the parrot. How's Prawny doing?

Badly, says Terence.

Could he use another lesson? asks the parrot.

No, says Terence. 

Tell the parrot what happened, says Katherine.

What's that smell? asks the parrot.

Beef pie filling, says Minnie. With plenty of onion.

Disgusting, says the parrot. I might go back outside.

Prawny drowned, says Terence.

That shouldn't have happened, says the parrot.

He was being a hostage and he got too hot waiting, says Terence.

And jumped into the water and drowned, says Gaius.

No prawn should drown, says the parrot. 

He lost his tail, says Terence.  

That would not have helped, says the parrot. Were there bell frogs nearby?

Yes, says Gaius. Two of them. They tried to be helpful.

I bet, says the parrot. Well, I'm off now. Goodbye.

See him out will you Terence? says Minnie.

Okay, says Terence.

Terence and the parrot go out to the front of the house.

Don't go yet, says Terence. I want to ask you  something.

What? asks the parrot.

Something important, says Terence.

WHAT? asks the parrot. I'm quite busy.

Where is your eldest? asks Terence.

Prong? says the parrot. How should I know?

Would he like a job? asks Terence.

She, says the parrot. 

Would she? asks Terence.

How did you know I have an eldest? asks the parrot.

You gave Prawny two of her feathers, says Terence.

So I did, says the parrot. Much good they did him.

He liked them, says Terence.

I guess that's something, says the parrot. 

Ask her, says Terence.

If I see her, says the parrot.

Thanks, says Terence.

The superb parrot flies off, leaving Terence optimistic.

Yes! He's getting a parrot called Prong.

Something To Ask A Parrot

Gaius and Katherine pick up their bikes and cycle back to Minnie's.

Terence is in Katherine's basket.

Now I'll never have a parrot, says Terence.

Prawny wouldn't have made a good parrot, says Katherine. 

I know, says Terence. 

He couldn't fly, says Katherine.

Only float, says Terence.

Not even that, says Katherine. He sank to the bottom.

I know, says Terence. I should have saved him.

You weren't there, says Katherine. And you're not allowed in the water.

I know, says Terence.

His last days were nothing if not eventful, says Katherine. And that's thanks to you.

This cheers Terence up a little, but he would still like a parrot.

They arrive at Minnie's.

Minnie and Margaret are in the kitchen, cooking a pie.

Minnie is stirring something in a saucepan.

Margaret is rolling out dough.

Something smells good, says Gaius.

A beef pie, says Minnie. Should be ready in a hour.

Sit down, says Margaret. Tell us what happened.

Prawny was dead when we got there, says Terence.

Drowned, says Gaius. The frogs tried to save him.

Gaius filmed it, says Katherine. And the memorial poems that followed.

So we can always remember Prawny, says Terence.

Let's see, says Minnie. Stir this for me, Margaret.

I can't, my hands are all floury, says Margaret.

I'll do it, says Katherine. 

Gaius shows Minnie the video.

The bell frogs diving in, bringing up Prawny, the pre-picked grass pile, the new grass pile, the covering of Prawny, the poems.

Why was there a pre-cut grass pile? asks Minnie.

That will be edited out, says Gaius.

That still doesn't explain it, says Minnie.

I kicked Prawny back in, says Terence. So Gaius could film him being rescued.

So it's fake, says Minnie.

If you like, says Gaius. But at least we have a record.

Yes, says Terence. And Prawny wanted me to do it.

I thought Prawny was dead, says Minnie.

He always wanted to be rescued twice, says Terence. 

Oh, did he? says Minnie. 

She goes back to stirring the pie filling.

Shall I make a pot of tea? asks Katherine. 

Yes, do that, says Minnie.

Terence goes across to the window to see if the red spots are still there from this morning.

They are.

Outside, in Minnie's front garden, he sees a bird land in a tree.

It looks like the superb parrot who gave Prawny his wings.

Terence waves at the superb parrot.

The superb parrot doesn't see him waving.

Terence raps on the window. 

Rap! Rap!

The superb parrot flies down past the window, and lands on the mat at the front door.

It has something it wants to ask Terence.

Which is good.

Because Terence has something to ask the superb parrot.

Leaving Nearly Everything Out

Terence continues his poem in remembrance of Prawny:

His tail fell in the water/ So he had no tail/ There was a reward / If anyone could find it/ The reward took too long/ And Prawny got hot / So he jumped into the water and died/ He was Prawny the strong.

That's a lovely poem, Terence, says Katherine. I like Prawny the strong.

He wasn't that strong, says Terence.

So it was even nicer of you to say it, says Katherine. And it rhymes with too long.

Terence is pleased that she noticed, especially as he hadn't.

How come we're not in it AT ALL? asks the bell frog who didn't eat Prawny.

Yeah, says the neighbour.

You're doing your own poem, says Terence. Get talking.

We're not ready, says the neighbour.

You don't have to be ready, says Terence. Just start.

Is that what you do? asks the one who didn't eat Prawny.

Yes, says Terence. Once you start it just keeps coming out.

It's the starting that's hard, says the neighbour.

Say who's died, says Terence.

Yes, do that, says Gaius. Are you ready?

The bell frogs look at one another.

Who will begin?

I'll begin, says the one who didn't eat Prawny.

He begins:

Prawny has died/ He got hot waiting/ And dived/ Two bell frogs saw him and tried/ To save him but he was no longer alive/

The neighbour chimes in:

He was our friend/ He made us famous/

The one who didn't eat Prawny continues:

Famous he made us/ For we found the tail, twice/ Prawny allowed it/ Because he was nice. 

And lastly the neighbour:

He was our friend/ He made us famous/ The end.

Bravo! says Katherine.

Excellent! says Gaius.

You left nearly everything out, says Terence. 

So did you, says the one who didn't eat Prawny.

It doesn't matter, says Katherine. Prawny has had a good send off. 

Are we leaving him here? asks Terence.

I think so, says Gaius. Or ... would that be littering?

He'll decompose, says Katherine. I don't think leaving him here would be littering.

Okay, bye Prawny, says Terence.

He is ready to go.

Ahem, says the neighbour.

What about our reward prawn? says the one who didn't eat Prawny.

I almost forgot, says Gaius. Where is it?

Here, says Katherine, taking the plastic container out of her pocket.

She takes off the lid and places the defrosted reward prawn on the grass beside the dead Prawny.

Could you break it in half? asks the neighbour.  

Dead The Second Time

Plop! Prawny falls into the water.

Action, bell frogs, says Gaius.

Look! says the one who didn't eat Prawny. Prawny fell in!

To the rescue! says the neighbour.

They both dive in.

This is good! says Terence.

The bell frogs swim down towards Prawny, who has sunk to the bottom.

They grab one end each and swim up.

They break the surface.

They drag Prawny onto the grass.

Should we pump him? asks the neighbour.

We should, says the one who didn't eat Prawny.

They take turns pumping Prawny, but this time no water comes out.

He seems to have died, says the neighbour. 

Yes, says the one who didn't eat Prawny. We should cover him with grass.

We should, says the neighbour. And here is a pile of grass stalks stacked up and ready.

Won't that look somewhat strange? asks Katherine. A pile of grass ready.

Yes! says Terence. It'll look like they knew what would happen.

Fine, says the neighbour. We'll pick new grass stalks.

And Gaius will have to edit the video, says Katherine.

Perhaps, says Gaius. 

Don't you know how? asks Katherine.

I'm sure I can learn, says Gaius. 

The bell frogs are picking new grass stalks to cover dead Prawny.

They have done it. 

They cover him up.

Now, says Terence. Someone should say a poem about Prawny.

It should be you, says Katherine. 

Okay, says Terence. A prawn has died/ He was going to be a parrot/ He even had wings/ Everything went well until the black hole/ His tail came off in it/

Stop! says the one who didn't eat Prawny. Do we get a mention?

How? asks Terence.

Finding his tail, says the one who didn't eat Prawny.

Twice, says the neighbour.

And rescuing him, says the one who didn't eat Prawny. 

Twice, says the neighbour.

Once, says Terence. He was dead the second time.

I assume he was also dead the first time, says Gaius.

He was, says the neighbour.

Anyway, says Terence. My poem's not finished. But I'm trying to leave you two out.

Perhaps the bell frogs could compose their own poem for Prawny, says Katherine.

Yes. This suits them fine.

In A Way Free

Where's Prawny? asks Terence.

Under this grass, says the one who didn't eat Prawny.

Come out Prawny! says Terence. You're free.

He is, in a way, free, says the neighbour. That's a nice way to put it.

Prawny has not come out from under the grass stalks.

Terence steps forward.

Prawny! says Terence.

We may as well tell you, says the one who didn't eat Prawny. Prawny has died.

Bumhole! says Terence.

He looks at Katherine.

It doesn't matter, says Katherine.

That is somewhat cruel, Katherine, says Gaius.

I meant the word bumhole, says Katherine. Not the fact Prawny has died.

Katherine said I wasn't allowed to say it, says Terence.

And you haven't until now, says Gaius.

Now SHE'S said it, says Terence.

That is different, says Gaius. Katherine was quoting.

So was I, says Terence.

No, you weren't quoting, says Katherine. But you were expressing understandable sorrow.

At last! says the one who didn't eat Prawny. Would you like to know how he died?

Of course we would, says Gaius.

He felt hot, says the neighbour. And he dived in, and sank to the bottom.

I suppose you tried to rescue him, says Katherine.

A slight hesitation.

then...

Yes, says the neighbour.

But we were too late, says the one who didn't eat Prawny. So we pulled him out anyway, and covered him with grass.

Terence moves a few grass stalks.

Yes, it is Prawny.

No chance now of becoming a parrot.

We wondered if you'd make a video of us rescuing Prawny, says the neighbour.

Retrieving Prawny, you mean, says Gaius.

Well, yes, says the one who didn't eat Prawny.

You'd have to drop Prawny back in, says Terence. 

We know, says the neighbour. That's why we're asking politely.

It should be up to Terence, says Katherine. It's his prawn.

Okay, says Terence. Prawny will like it.

Would have liked it, says Gaius.

When? asks Terence.

When he was living, says Gaius. On second thoughts maybe he wouldn't.

But he would NOW, says Terence.

Very well, says Gaius, taking out his phone. Who's going to throw Prawny back into the water?

Me, says Terence. But I'm not throwing. That's how everything went wrong in the first place.

What then? asks Gaius.

Terence flicks  more grass off Prawny, and rolls him to the edge of the pond with his foot.