Friday, February 4, 2022

Where Does That Leave Me?

They all head off to Old Bar.

Sweezus is driving the camper. 

Arthur is in the passenger seat.

Terence, Roo-kai and the Screaming Tree Frog, Quiet-Tartus, are in the back

We'll get brekky at Old Bar, says Sweezus.

Great, says Arthur.

And we'll look for frogs, says Terence.

Yeah, says Sweezus. There's trees and stuff there. 

I sincerely hope so, says Quiet-Tartus.

He sincerely hopes so, says Terence.

No need to repeat me, says Quiet-Tartus.

No need to repeat him, says Terence.

So why are you doing it? asks Arthur.

Because, what does quiet mean? asks Terence.

Not loud, says Arthur.

That's his name, says Terence. So you might not hear what he's saying.

I heard, says Sweezus. 

So did I, says Arthur. 

It's a NEW name, says Terence.

I'm not changing my modus operandi, says Quiet-Tartus. 

He's not changing... begins Terence. 

But he's forgotten the rest of the sentence.

He doesn't have to change, says Sweezus. 

Where does that leave me? asks Roo-kai.

Still a parrot, says Terence. 

Look out of the window, says Sweezus. You might see the sea.

Terence looks out of the window and sees coastal saltbush. Beyond it, the sea.

Old Bar is a sleepy coastal town, with one or two cafés.

Sweezus pulls up outside the Blowfish.

The Mazda has not arrived yet.

That's because Sweezus and Arthur left it all sandy, The seats were sandy, the floor was sandy and the boot was sandy. The windscreen was encrusted with small splattered insects, and Wittgenstein had to clean it, before they could leave.

By the time he and Gaius arrive at the Blowfish, Sweezus and Arthur have already eaten. 

Terence, Roo-kai and Quiet-Tartus have gone down to the beach.

Unsupervised? says Gaius.

No worries, says Sweezus. I reckon I can see them.

He and Arthur head off to the surf hire shop.

Gaius and Wittgenstein look at the menu.

Smashed Avo, says Gaius. I might have known.

Heaven Waffle, says Wittgenstein. That's different.

They are both hungry. 

For some time, they forget about Terence.


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