Subversion And Nuts

The Pesquet's parrot flies off  to make some enquiries.

He flies through the window of the Head of Parrots, and lands on his papers.

Foof!

Luckily the Head of Parrots is out, inspecting the parrots.

The Pesquet quickly scans all the papers.

To do list... parrot food orders....reminders never to give parrots lima beans, aha! list of times of Secret Small Parrot Bicycle Training. A session is going on currently, in the cellar.

The Pesquet heads on down.

The door is not closed properly. He nudges the door open. Squee!

But none of the slave birds hear him. They are cycling on tiny bicycles around a circuit, on a table.

And a woman is standing at the end of the table giving encouragement.

Well done everyone! Who'd like a peanut?

She turns to get a handful of peanuts, and sees the Pesquet.

What are you doing here? asks the woman.

Wondering if I might join in, says the Pesquet.

I don't see why not, says the woman. Except... all the bicycles I have here are small.

I can adapt to that, says the Pesquet.

She appears to believe him.

He mounts a small bicycle.

She holds the back. He pedals. She lets go. Yes! He is a natural!

He joins the others, after they've eaten their peanuts.

They all ride round the circuit. The Pesquet enjoys it.

Thanks, says the Pesquet, at the end of the lesson.

That's okay, says the woman. You're very good. Would you like to go on the roster?

The roster! The Pesquet remembers what he is there for. Infiltration. Subversion. Radicalisation!

Too late now. Oh well. It didn't seem all that bad.

The slave birds had all got peanuts.

He leaves the cellar, to look for Nina, Feebee and Terence.

Now he has a new plan.