Nothing Left Undone

Terence is frowning. He is knee deep in mud.

But that's not the problem.

Carved Cloud is a girl's name!

Stupid crocodile.

The stupid crocodile is knee deep in mud too.

Serves him right. His new Crocs will get filled up with mud when he puts his feet in.

Ha ha.

Then Terence will draw him.

He stops frowning, and feels in his shorts pocket for the frog pen.

Yippee! It's there!

The crocodile is eyeing the size eights and sevens that Sweezus has brought him.

He is doubtful they'll fit.

But he can't see his feet at the moment.

Gloria has a suggestion.

Step back into the water, Kambel. Wash the mud off your feet.

Kambel, she knows his real name!

But not his new title.

He steps back into the water. Now what?

Now, says Gloria, float on your back with your feet up. The boys will do the rest.

It doesn't seem very dignified, says the crocodile.

Do you want the shoes or don't you? asks Gloria.

Not yet, says Kambel. First I wish to know your opinion.

You don't, says Gloria.

I do, says Kambal.

Okay, says Gloria. It is the height of ridiculousness for you to wear Crocs, when you live in a river. Furthermore, your front feet are at least three sizes smaller than your back feet. You need nines and twelves.

What contradictory opinions! cries Kambel.

He snaps at Gloria, who quickly flits out of his way.

Sweezus looks at Arthur.

Arthur shrugs.

He is about to intervene with some Daoist philosophy.

The Way never acts, yet nothing is ever left undone.

But he doesn't need to.

Like flies in the distance, two scientists are approaching.

They bear a red pot, and more Crocs in different sizes