Third Way Leads To Fourth Way

Who's Ronnie? (thinks the turnip, again)

Then he remembers. A pencil.

He'll be a safe place for a pencil!

Is this a Third Way, promising longevity?

So much for supper, says Saint Roley.

What do you care? asks Terence.

I don't, says Saint Roley. I'm just saying. Gaius won't eat the turnip now.

Terence takes the turnip to Gaius.

Look, a safe place for Ronnie!

Gaius looks into the hole in the top of the turnip.

Specks of dirt are inside.

Terence is still holding the tent peg.

No doubt you meant well, says Gaius, and it will be a safe place for the pencil, but this turnip is earmarked for supper.

You won't eat it now! says Terence.

No, at supper time, says Gaius. When we shall all be on Kangaroo Island. The dirt won't present a problem.

What's Terence done? asks Arthur, having packed up the tent.

Made a safe place for the pencil, says Gaius. As you see, I'm about to try it.

Arthur inspects the hole in the turnip.

I thought we were having it for supper? says Arthur.

We are, says Gaius. It's fortunate you brought a knife. When we're ready to roast it, you can prepare it by cutting out the centre.

The turnip shivers, but does not complain.

The Third Way must lead to a Fourth Way, thinks the turnip.

Gaius inserts Ronnie into the turnip, pointy end out.

Woohoo! says Terence. It's a weapon.

He brandishes it. It's a bit like a rapier.

Pack it away in my back pack, says Gaius. Arthur, what time's the last ferry?

Seven, says Arthur. But Cape Jervis is only 70 k from here, we could make the 4 o'clock one.

Excellent, says Gaius. I could do with the exercise. I've sat for too long in the bird hide.

And so they go. Stopping only to pick up some olive oil for roasting the turnip.

I'm joking.

They do not do that.