The bandy bandies wake up again.
Night-time-wee-ey-oh!
(The ey-oh! is because they have realised that Pinky's in trouble).
Pinky-wee!
What-do-ee?
No-thing-wee.
Their English has not improved much.
They are burrowing creatures however.
Up-go-wee.
They make their way up to the surface.
Surely this time it will really be night time.
But first, Roots of Nonda! They push through, losing confidence in it being night time.
Crumble crumble. They break through.
Sun's still up. It's not even lunch time!
Not much has happened while they have been buried and deserted.
Terence is wailing.
Wah! Wah! I lost Pinky!
And the bandy bandies, says Kobo. Gaius will be disappointed.
Nothing good ever happens to me, snivels Terence.
What about your shorts? asks Kobo. What about your magic flow ring? What about noni-juice?
I haven't got any noni-juice, says Terence. That's another BUM-HEAD THING-HOLE!
Language! says Kobo.
The bandy bandies wriggle up.
Bum-head thing-hole!
What did they say? asks Frances, who has not heard them talking before.
I think they're trying to tell us something, says Ageless.
Moron, says Kobo. They're just copying Terence.
That's GOOD, says Terence. It's good if they copy me. Gaius said.
I'm sure he didn't expect you to teach them rudeness, says Kobo.
Ageless could be right. They might have been trying to tell us something, says Frances.
Heh-heh, says Ageless.
Such as what? asks Kobo.
Thing-hole. says Frances. That's a clue. Did anyone see where they popped up from?
The bandy bandies wriggle back to where they came from.
Here-pinky-bee-down-thing-hole.
Great! says Kobo. You were right for once, Ageless! I mean it.
Crik,,, crik,,,, cricks Ageless. Praise from his beloved!
Trouble is, says Frances, we have rules, and the rules are that once you've planted a nonda you can't dig it up.
Wah! cries Terence. Pinky is down in the thing-hole! She can't come out ever!
She may eventually become part of a plum tree, says Kobo.
When? asks Terence.
Sadly, not for ages, says Kobo.
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