The Shape Of The Wet Patch

The Mazda pulls up at Central Park, Wingham.

A minute later, the camper pulls up behind it.

Arthur and Wittgenstein are out of the Mazda, and are airing their damp parts.

Roo-kai has remained in the Mazda.

Sweezus gets out of the camper, followed by Gaius and Terence.

Let's have a look for that log, says Gaius.

Wait! says Terence. The frogs want to see it!

So bring them, says Sweezus.

They're still in the packet, says Terence.

Bring the packet, says Sweezus.

Can you? asks Terence.

Ask your parrot, says Sweezus. 

He heads off with Arthur to look for the Vampire jet first.

Where's my parrot? asks Terence, going across to the Mazda, where Wittgenstein is standing with his head through the window.

In here, says Wittgenstein. He doesn't want to come out.

You've got wet pants, says Terence.

Tell me something I don't know, says Wittgenstein.

You don't know the shape of the wet patch, says Terence.

What shape is it? asks Wittgenstein.

Bum-shape, says Terence.

Wittgenstein straightens at once, bumping his head on the top of the window.

Ha ha! laughs Terence.

He tries to see in through the window.

He is too low, and Roo-kai knows it.

Will Roo-kai helpfully shuffle across to the window?

Yes.

What? asks Roo-kai.

I can't do EVERYTHING! says Terence.

What can't you do now? asks Roo-kai.

Get the frogs out of the camper, says Terence. Sweezus and Arthur have gone to look at a jet.

What jet? asks Roo-kai.

There's a log and a jet in this dumb park, says Terence.

A jet, eh? says Roo-kai. I wonder if it would be of any interest to the French government.

YES! says Terence. And so would the log!

I doubt it, says Roo-kai, squeezing himself through the window.

Come ON! cries Terence. The frogs want to see it. 

Why though? asks Roo-kai.

Frogs love logs, says Terence.