In the camper, on the way to Saint Kilda:
Terence is singing.
If you must sing the Beard song, says Belle, change that rude word, will you.
What rude word? asks Terence.
You know exactly which one, says Belle.
Here's a nice version, says Barbs. Try this, Terence.
Beards are good
Beards are great
Everything else
I truly hate
Truly hate, says Terence. That's not even one tiny bit nicer.
He's right, says Sweezus. Maybe not truly.
Maybe not hate, says Shu.
You're a poet, says Midge. Come up with something.
South go the wild geese, for leaves are now falling..... says Shu,
That's lovely, says Midge. If irrelevant. Do you like birds, Shu?
Not really, says Shu. Not actual ones.
Like me, says Sweezus.
I forgot you don't like birds, says Midge.
It's his only fault, says Belle fondly.
I LOVE birds, says Terence. I had a parrot. And then.....
Arthur cut its head off, says Sweezus. It was an accident, though.
Yes, it was an accident, says Arthur. It's those Swiss Army knives. If you have the wrong part out....
Spare us, says Barbs. Anyhow, it's a pity you guys, except Terence, don't like birds.
How come? asks Sweezus.
Because Midge has this photography assignment, says Barbs. She's doing a spread for an online magazine.
A bird one? says Sweezus.
Yep, says Barbs. Black swans and you know... the usual... pelicans and cormorants.
Egrets and herons, spoonbills, fairy wrens, chats, says Midge. But yeah, you guys can do the mangrove board walk, or the playground......
No, says Sweezus, I'll come with you. I need to man up. What's your camera?
A Nikon D7750, says Midge. Good on you, Sweezus
Yes, says Belle. Well done you!
Find me a parrot, says Terence. And I'll sing truly.
Aw, what a sweetheart, says Barbs.
We might go to the playground, says Arthur, looking at Shu.
Shu is in two minds. Mangrove board walk sounds more intriguing.
Then everyone looks at Terence.
What would he rather do?
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