Too Precious!

Next morning.

Farewell, my friend, says Isidore. Safe journey.

Thank you, says Gaius. Say goodbye, Terence.

Goodbye, says Terence. You made the best poem.

Mouldy scowls, behind his glued on green feathers.

I shall continue to work on it, says Isidore. I wasn't happy with the maths.

Nor was I, mutters Mouldy.

WHAT? says Terence.

Nothing, says Mouldy.

Mouldy didn't like it, says P. krameri. Because he was last and he ended up zero.

There you see, says Isidore.  Mouldy had the impression that he ended up zero. Which is not the case.

Never mind, says Gaius. We must hurry to the station, so we don't miss our train.

....

On the train.

Are we there yet? asks Terence.

Where yet? says Gaius.

There yet, says Terence.

We're on the train to Charles de Gaulle Airport, says Gaius. When we get there, we'll get off the train, Then you will know we are there, as will your parakeet, and Mouldy.

That was a good answer, says Terence.

P. krameri also thinks it was a good answer.

But Mouldy is grappling with the mathematics of zero, and doesn't.

....

At Charles de Gaulle Airport.

On time, says Gaius, looking at the departure board.

Can we go to a café? asks Terence.

No, says Gaius. We'll get free food on board.

Yay! says Terence. Free food for my parrot and my best friend Mouldy.

Best friend? says Mouldy. What about him?

He's my best parrot, says Terence. And you've both got seats, because you're intimate objects.

Animate objects, says Gaius. That reminds me, have I remembered their passports?

He checks his pockets. He has.

They proceed though security.

Aerosols shaving cream laptops, says the security officer

None of those, says Gaius.

Go through, says the officer.

Gaius goes through the scanning gate, followed by Terence.

What's this? asks another officer, pointing at Terence's finger.

It used to be a finger, says Terence. Then it broke off. Then I swapped claws with Baby BB. Then his claw broke off. Then Gaius glued a seed on with fish glue. Then it started sprouting.

Luckily French people love cute children.

Which Terence is not. But sometimes he gives that impression.

The guard pats him through.

With his cute little parakeet, and his pet rock with green feathers stuck on, and red false nails for a beak.

C'est trop précieux!