All right, says Quiet-Tartus. We'll sit on the log for a minute.
I'll take a photo, says Gaius.
Terence cheers up.
Gaius lifts Quiet-Tartus and Shorty-Tartus onto the 400 year old tallow wood log.
He takes out his phone, for a photo.
Smiling, says Terence.
We're not smiling, says Quiet-Tartus.
Snap. The frogs are immortalised, on the log, unsmiling.
Can I see? asks Terence.
Gaius shows him the picture.
The frogs look around. There's a good view, even though the log is horizontal.
They can see Wittgenstein contemplating his windows.
And Sweezus and Arthur approaching.
Cool jet, says Sweezus. Come and see it.
All right, says Gaius. Are we done here?
Yes, says Terence. Get the frogs off.
Sweezus lifts them both off.
The frogs are only too happy. They are smiling.
I told you they'd like it, says Sweezus.
We didn't like it, says Quiet-Tartus.
You'll like the jet even better, says Sweezus.
Can they go in it? asks Terence.
Up to them, says Sweezus. If they want to.
Yay! says Terence. They want to!
He runs ahead to the jet.
It's an old Vampire, mounted on a piece of curved metal, set in a large concrete block.
He would like to get in it himself.
Here come the frogs, carried by Sweezus.
Go for it, says Sweezus, setting them down on the block.
They climb the curved metal, scramble up the sides of the jet and drop into the cockpit.
Hey! calls Terence. What can you see?
Nothing! shouts Quiet-Tartus. Wait a sec!
Moments later, a frog appears on each wing of the Vampire.
Take a photo! shouts Shorty-Tartus. Wait till we're ready!
They each try to stand on one leg. But being frogs they can't do it.
Shorty-Tartus hops across to the wing Quiet-Tartus is on.
And jumps onto his shoulders.
Now! shouts Shorty-Tartus.
Snap!
Best frog photo ever!
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