Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Science, Desire, Truth And Consequence

Sir Frederick has not given up hope of Gaius endorsing the Pobblebonk.

He invites him and the Elegant Parrot to take a tour of the Melbourne Museum.

They arrive at the Science and Life Gallery.

And go in.

Naturally it is free for Sir Frederick. Not fourteen dollars.

Sir Frederick, Gaius and the Elegant Parrot join a group of children who are feeling a sauropod thigh bone.

Enjoying yourselves? asks the Elegant Parrot.

Yes, chorus the children.

So would I have, says the Elegant Parrot.

Terence looks up from the sauropod thigh bone.

Look, dinosaur teeth! says Terence.

He takes a handful of dinosaur teeth from his gecko shorts pocket.

Now, children, says Sir Frederick. This boy has done something DREADFUL. Who knows what it is?

Stolen some dinosaur teeth, says a little girl.

That is correct, says Sir Frederick. And what happens to thieves?

They make friends, says Terence.

This is Terence, says Gaius. I know him. He is supposed to be here with a lady.

You know him? says Sir Frederick, somewhat taken aback. Where is the lady?

Where is Katherine? asks Gaius.

Looking at Top Signs with Grizel, says Terence.

Top Signs? says Gaius.

That's ANOTHER Gallery they wouldn't let me into, says the Elegant Parrot. Top Designs. They probably thought I would....

Steal them? asks Sir Frederick, twitching his Dundreary whiskers.

Crap on them, says the Elegant Parrot.

Hee hee, laugh the children.

They're just teeth, says Terence.

Just teeth, says the little girl, smiling at Terence.

Just teeth, says the Elegant Parrot. If you put them under your pillow you might grow a beak. Not me, I wouldn't. I've already got one. But you children might.

Come, says Sir Frederick. Enough of this fantasy. Let us go to the Top Designs Gallery and find the ladies.

This situation needs ladies.

He strides ahead to the door of the gallery, ignoring the fate of the teeth.

Before leaving, Terence gives the biggest of the dinosaur teeth to the nice little girl who dobbed him in, and later smiled, and was pretty.

She accepts it.

Next morning, she might have a beak.

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