Ding dong. It's the doorbell.
Gaius opens.
Hey, Gaius! says Sweezus. You remember Ludwig?
Of course, says Gaius. From some time ago.
Good to see you again, says Wittgenstein. Was it.... at the paintball?
I think not, says Gaius. I generally avoid paintball. It was most likely digging for fossils.
Ah yes, it was fossils, says Wittgenstein.
Have you brought the vehicles? asks Gaius.
Yeah, says Sweezus. That's us there. He points to the road.
It's bin day! says Gaius.
Shit, sorry, says Sweezus. Want us to move them?
Bring the camper into the driveway, says Gaius. Leave the red one on the road.
Sweezus goes back to bring in the camper.
Gaudy, says Gaius.
Meaning? says Wittgenstein.
Colourful, says Gaius. Painted gaily with flowers.
Easy to follow, says Wittgenstein.
Indeed, says Gaius. How do you like frogs?
Silent, says Wittgenstein.
Then you will be in your element, says Gaius. We'll be looking for dead ones.
I thought we were going surfing, says Wittgenstein.
Not in Taree, says Gaius. It's seventeen kilometres from the coast.
That's where my little roadster will be useful, says Wittgenstein.
You hired it? asks Gaius.
Always wanted to drive a little reds sports car, says Wittgenstein.
Hum, says Gaius. You must have a job to get in it.
I did, says Wittgenstein. Until I set the seat back.
Sweezus has brought the gaudy campervan into the drive.
Arthur and Terence have come out to see it.
Are we sleeping in it? asks Terence.
It sleeps four, says Sweezus. Midge says it's heaps comfy.
Four. But Terence makes five.
You don't sleep, says Sweezus.
I still want a bed, says Terence.
I won't be using mine much, says Arthur. You can have it.
And there's a one man tent, says Sweezus. In the back there.
So everything's sorted.
Gaius gets his back pack.
Arthur grabs his.
Terence gets into the camper, with his parrot, Roo-kai
Wittgenstein folds himself into his little Mazda Miata.
Rolls down the window. Who's coming with me?
Me! says Terence.
But he isn't allowed to.
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