Good No Bad

 Your Polynesias don't look happy,  says Gaius.

Terence looks at his two duck-parrots.

I'm getting a present tomorrow, says Terence.

The two duck-parrots open their beaks to say something.

Two flies fly out.

You burped up FLIES! says Terence. How do you do that?

They snapped up the flies that were buzzing round the pastries, says Gaius.

They should have kept them in, says Terence.

We don't like flies, say the duck-parrots.

So why did you let them go? asks Terence.

It wasn't out of kindness, says one duck-parrot. 

Good, says Terence. No, bad.

Don't judge us, says the other duck-parrot.

I wasn't, says Terence. 

How is good-no-bad not judging? asks a duck parrot.

Because it's equal, says Terence.

He has thought this up quickly.

The duck-parrots don't buy it. They still don't look happy.

I imagine you two would like to find some fresh water and search for some plankton, says Gaius.

Yes we would, say the duck-parrots. 

What once seemed pedestrian now seems more appealing, adds one.

We do sometimes have adventures, says Gaius.

Let's have one right now! says Terence.

Why don't you all go in search of the nearest fresh water, says Gaius. I'll give you my phone, Terence, so if you get into trouble you can call Sweezus. How's that?

Yay! says Terence. Let's go boys!

We're not both boys, says one duck-parrot.

Let's go guys, says Terence.

She sighs. 

Off they go, regardless.

Gaius knocks on the door of the blue caravan, it opens, he goes inside, with the tray of defrosted pastries.