Faith Hope And Kippers

Baby Pierre is riding all over the road.

Careful! says Gaius. Look where you're going!

I'm searching everywhere, says Baby Pierre. Someone is missing.

Who? says Gaius.

I don't know, says Baby Pierre. The bad rubbles were mumbling.

What were they mumbling? asks Freud.

Mrs Burr, says Baby Pierre.

Mrs Burr? repeats Gaius.

Yes, says Baby Pierre.

Perhaps they were just saying 'brrr', says Freud. It may have been cold in the chimney.

That will be it, says Gaius. Cold in the chimney. Not been lit for a while.

Mrs Burr lost someone, says Baby Pierre. Long long ago. I'm looking for her in the bushes.

This is unsettling. Has Baby Pierre had a visitation?

They stop in the middle of the road.

.........

It's getting dark in the forest.

Little Sarah can't find her way home.

Usually someone will go with her.

Tonight she's walking alone.

She clutches her Bible to her bodice, not yet resigned to her fate.

.........

Katherine has opened a can of smoked herrings, and is boiling old sprouting potatoes.

I suppose they'll be alright, says Katherine, to herself. No point alarming the others.

Rosamunda is picking up Lorikeet feathers, left behind by the Lorikeet.

Kong Fu-Zi is checking the washing.

Dry now, says Kong Fu-Zi.

Can I have them? says Terence.

Don't be disappointed, says Kong Fu-Zi.

Bum! says Terence, pulling on his dry beach shorts. They've got smaller, they're ripped and you can see my willy. I need new ones.

Let's see, says Rosamunda. Don't be sad. I can fix them.

Terence takes the offending shorts off.

Rosamunda works away with the feathers, weaving them through the rips, expanding the dimensions.

These will be so cool when they're finished, says Rosamunda.

Terence looks hopeful.

.........

Gaius, Freud and Baby Pierre return to the van on their bicycles, just as the stars are emerging.

Mmm, kippers!, says Freud, smelling the herrings. At least, I hope it is kippers. The Great Sage has been cooking.

No, says Kong Fu-Zi, getting up from the camp chair. I haven't been cooking, or sewing, merely observing. You have two capable lady visitors!

And look at meeee! squeals Terence, dancing crazily in his feathered finery.