The Unseen Message

The plane has landed.

The flight attendant has been taken away, to get her spider bite seen to.

The Growling Grass Frog has been disposed of.

The hessian sack has escaped being placed in the bag labelled Dangerous Substances.

Gaius, Arthur and Sweezus are on the train to Redfern, to pick up three bikes.

Gaius contemplates the hole in his team, now it is frogless.

I blame myself, says Gaius. I should have fed him. He was invaluable.

You can always get another one, says Arthur.

That frog had the gift of speech, says Gaius. He would have been useful in Riobamba.

Only if he could speak Spanish, says Sweezus. Could he speak Spanish?

We'll never know, says Gaius.

Saint Roley looks at Terence, remembering something.

Where was your palace? asks Saint Roley.

Barcelona, says Terence.

Why don't you remind Gaius, says Saint Roley.

I will if I get my own bike, says Terence.

You won't get it, says Saint Roley.

Saint Roley is right.

They get off at Redfern and hire three touring bikes from Omafiets Dutch Bicycles.

Each bike comes with rear panniers, helmet, lock, pump and spare tube.

They set off towards Manly, Terence on Sweezus's back pannier, with the hessian.

He hates it because all he can see is Sweezus's boardshorts moving up and down or if he turns his head left he can see Arthur's knees moving and if he turns right he can't see anything but he can hear Gaius talking to Saint Roley and Saint Roley is pretending that he knows a few words of Spanish.

Adios amigos, says Saint Roley.

Not sure that remark will be well received by the endangered Riobamba marsupial frogs, says Gaius.

They take the Palm Beach ferry to Wagstaff and head on towards Terrigal.

Be good if we could stop, mutters Sweezus.

Si, says Saint Roley. Pero non podemus.

Terence pats the hessian sack which is folded beneath him, to prevent his bum cracking.

A few grains of sea salt fall onto the Central Coast Highway forming three symbols.

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A message about the importance of using proper packaging.