Ivan finishes his lager and walks off to find the Flamingo.
He thinks about what he has learned.
Old sea captains turn into lobsters, which exonerates them from their crimes.
Or does it? Kobo didn't think so.
He will never look the same way at a lobster. Or a fossilised clam.
He arrives at the Flamingo and stands in the queue.
Will he be an irritating person in the Flamingo? We don't know.
We're not going in.
We turn back and find our way to another table, and another illuminated tree.
The cast of Candide are sitting at the table, drinking Wild Gin.
Well, says Vello, Next year, we might try something more modern.
What a good idea, papa, says Belle.
Yeah, says Sweezus. The story is kind of dated.
The modern audience is dated, says Vello.
Ha ha, very good, says David. How did you think it went, Kierko?
They loved Terence, says Kierkegaard.
Because I was trying, says Terence.
You did very well, says Vello. Your song at the end had them thinking.
He called them losers! says Baby Pierre.
They were losers, says Terence. All they got was an exit.
Excerpt, says Gaius. They got an excerpt. And they did get free seeds.
Are there any seeds left? asks Vello. I might try and grow some in a pot in the office.
Here, says Arthur, handing Vello a paper cone packet.
What have we here? asks Vello, reading the scribbles on the paper. A Report On The Twitcher!
So that's where that went, says Gaius. May I have it back when you've finished?
You can have it now, says Vello.
Who was the Twitcher? asks Kierkegaard.
A love-sick cuttlefish, says Gaius. We took it to Kas.
Back in the days when one could travel, says David. How is the travel bubble with New Zealand? Open yet?
Opening soon, says Gaius. I believe the airlines are offering free cancellations. I'm thinking of booking some tickets.
I may come with you, says David. Now, who's for another?
Everyone is for another.
David heads back to the gin bar to order more gin.
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