Flighty Frothy Faulty

Terence explains the situation to Saint Roley.

You're supposed to be digging a nest.

Saint Roley rolls his eyes at Saint Malo, who has just got into trouble for digging a nest.

Saint Malo fluffs his feathers and shrugs.

He waits for further instructions.

Now fill it up, says Baldy.

Saint Malo starts filling the hole up.

STOP! says Baldy. That's good. Now what?

Now for the eggs, says Gaius. Where are the cheeses?

In this cheese bag, says Belle. Here you are Baldy. Put the cheeses in the scrape. Very gently. Pretend that they're eggs.

Baldy places the cheeses into the scrape.

Terence watches. So does Saint Roley.

Now what? asks Baldy.

We wait, says Gaius. See what Saint Malo will do when his nest is destroyed.

He won't do anything, says Baldy.

Saint Malo fluffs his feathers again.

Yes. He will do something.

Are we waiting for the tide to come in? asks Belle. That could take ages.

I'll destroy it! says Terence.

He jumps on the nest and the little red cheeses.

Yuck! cries Terence.

His cement feet are stuck in the cheeses, one cheese on each foot.

You WRECKED it! says Baldy.

Let's see, says Belle. No, we can get the cheeses off easily. Terence, sit down.

Terence sits down. Belle prises the cheeses off.

Everyone stares at the cheeses, each with foot imprints.

Ha ha! laughs Terence.

Baldy doesn't think it is funny.

We'll try again later, says Belle, But we should be going. We need to get to Cancale before evening.

Yes, says Gaius. Good try, Baldy's bird.

What about my bird? says Terence.

Saint Roley knows he is thought of as Terence's bird, so the answer will concern him.

Your bird, says Gaius, appears to be faulty.

It's lucky that Saint Roley doesn't know what that means. To him it sounds like a good thing.

Flighty-fluttery-frothy-fluffy-faulty. Fantastic.

Saint Roley makes a decision.

Yes, he knows he is faulty!

He will show them all next time.

He feels older. He feels hungry.

He looks around for some mussels. There are none.

He spies the sandy eel chunk that Gaius discarded.

And eats it.

It smells bad, but not as bad as the shoe, in which he and Saint Malo are travelling.