A Crab Song

Gaius has spotted the tallow wood log, and walked over to see it.

Sweezus and Arthur are admiring the Vampire jet, mounted on a cement block opposite the museum.

Wittgenstein is determining exactly how far open he should leave his car windows.

Roo-kai and Terence have returned to the camper to pick up the frogs.

Roo-kai flies in, though an open side window.

The packet of corn chips is rustling.

Is that you, Quiet-Tartus and Shorty-Tartus? asks Roo-kai.

Who wants to know? asks Quiet-Tartus.

Roo-kai, says Roo-kai. Terence asked me to fetch you. 

Where are we going? asks Shorty-Tartus.

To look at a log, says Roo-kai. Terence informs me you love them.

Love logs? asks Quiet-Tartus.

We love TREES, says Shorty Tartus.

A log was once part of a tree, says Roo-kai. This particular log is a long one.

We'll pass, says Quiet-Tartus.

Not an option, says Roo-kai, lifting the corn chip packet with his beak.

He flies out of the window with it.

Looks like we're going, says Shorty-Tartus.

We'll stay in the packet, says Quiet-Tartus. And look at the log through the opening.

Shall we pretend that we love it? asks Shorty-Tartus

Why should we? says Quiet-Tartus. 

Roo-kai drops the packet at Terence's feet.

Good! says Terence. Are they still in it?

Yes, says Roo-kai. But they didn't want to come.

Terence opens the packet and pulls out both frogs.

He runs across to where Gaius is standing, in front of the log.

This log, says Gauius, is over four hundred years old. 

That's old, says Terence. Can the frogs sit on it?

We don't want to sit on it, says Quiet-Tartus.

You do, says Terence.

Why? asks Shorty-Tartus.

Frog, frog, sitting on a log, sings Terence. Now he runs a little way. He's GONE!

There is no such song, says Gaius. If I'm not mistaken, that's a crab song.

Crab, crab, sitting on the sand, sings Shorty-Tartus. That one?

Yes that's the one, says Gaius. Now here comes a little wave. He's GONE.

The frogs look triumphant.

Terence is not happy. His treat for the frogs is in ruins.