It's What He Would Have Wanted

Arthur has thrown up into a bush. It's green and yellow with little flecks of brown.

Those were its eyes, thinks Arthur. Chocolate brown. In fact, all the colours are true.

He feels better now. He is about to turn away when a flock of seagulls descends upon the bush.

They fight over the last earthly remains of the Balfours frog cake.

That is what the frog cake would have wanted, thinks Arthur, sentimentally. Throw me to the seagulls. He said that.

There is no one there to contradict him.

Sweezus is inside the tent with Tom-Jelte. They have gone over to see what's wrong with Mrs Hume.

You okay, Mrs Hume? asks Sweezus.

She straightens up.

Oh ha ha ha, laughs Mrs Hume. I was just laughing at the dancing that's all. Oh deary me. Just look at Ray!

Good, says Sweezus, as long as you're okay, I'm leaving. It'd be crap if I was recognized.

Don't be silly, Sweezus, says Mrs Hume. Sit down next to me. Oh here comes Ray!

Ray Moon comes over. His ribbon droops when he sees Sweezus.

Hello, says Ray Moon stiffly. What are you doing here? Praying for money?

Ray, says Sweezus. As if I would pray for money!

Money? says Tom-Jelte. Do you  need some money?

No, says Ray. He doesn't. But if you wish to give something to the needy there is a collection box over by the door.

Sure, sure, says Tom-Jelte. I'll put in some money.

Good man, says Raymond Moon.

The miracles and festivities are nearly over. Paul Nicholson, who organized the event, thanks Pastor Katherine for her inspirational talk.

He urges every one who can to put some money in the collection box for the needy.

We have so much to be thankful for tonight, says Paul Nicholson. But I want to say this. That if you yourself are in need feel free to take something out of the collection box.

Everyone is full of joy.

Some people hug. Some are in tears. Some put some money in the collection box.

Arthur comes up behind Sweezus.

Did you hear that? says Arthur.

Yeah, says Sweezus. That's freakin' awesome! Just let me at that collection box.

Let  Tom-Jelte at it first, advises Arthur.