Think About That For A Minute

Terence remembers the problems he had with Saint Roley.

1. He only ate molluscs.

2. He was sad.

3: He had resigned from his job as a parrot.

On the other hand

1. He was grateful to Terence.

2. No he wasn't.

3. He was just being nice, saying that.

So Terence walks around outside the bird hide kicking the low vegetation.

What's the matter? asks Kierkegaard.

You look glum, says Angelina.

How? asks Terence.

Your body language, says Angelina. Aren't you happy to be going?

My old parrot is coming, says Terence. Saint Roley.

A beautiful name, says Angelina. What kind of parrot is it?

A parrot, says Terence.

Gaius sticks his head out of the bird hide.

An oystercatcher, says Gaius. We met him some years ago in Saint Malo.

Why didn't you call him Saint Malo? asks Angelina.

His brother's name was Saint Malo, says Gaius. Tragic story. Saint Malo floated away on the flap of an old potato box, and was never seen again.

He drowned, says Terence.

But wasn't he an oystercatcher? asks Angelina. Oystercatchers don't drown if their cardboard simply takes a wrong turning. Think about that for a minute.

Terence thinks about that for a minute.

.......

Meanwhile Arthur is ready to start cycling to Mount Compass.

Got everything? asks Belle.

Hammer underpants knife turnip, says Arthur.

And me, says Saint Roley.

Any food for Saint Roley? asks Belle. Remember he only eats molluscs.

I'll stop off somewhere, says Arthur.

I suppose I could always eat the turnip, says Saint Roley.

Better not, says Arthur.

Wait, says Belle. I'll just run back inside and see if Gaius has any molluscs in his pantry.

She runs back inside and returns with a jar of smoked oysters.

This is all I could find.

Saint Roley looks pained at the idea of smoked oysters.

What a travesty.

I don't think Gaius meant you to BRING him a turnip, says Belle, seeing Saint Roley eyeing the turnip.

I wasn't going to, says Arthur. Until it pleaded.

You idiot, Arthur, says Belle.