We Would Love That

Gaius and Terence arrive with the frogs.

Guess where we found them, says Terence. 

Where? asks Stanley.

In the bushranger's bucket, says Terence.

I trust you left the bucket in situ, says Stanley.

Of course, says Gaius.

Your bird has moved two of the birds' eggs, says Stanley. 

I apologise, says Gaius. I trust they're undamaged. 

They are in good condition, says Stanley. No harm done. 

And in fact, says Wittgenstein, Stanley is now thinking of rearranging his collection.

In the modern way of museum curation, says Stanley. 

Meaningful juxtapositions? says Gaius.

Yes, says Stanley. These birds' eggs, for example, might be placed near the thunder egg, and the stuffed magpie.

We would love that, say the eggs, who are listening.

We'll leave that to you, says Gaius. We must be off now. Our young colleagues have already left to look for a café.

Bent On Food is a good one, says Stanley. Well, good bye then. But where is your bird?

He will find us, says Gaius. By the way, must the frogs leave the museum in their packet?

Please, says Stanley. If people see frogs hopping out of the museum, unrestricted, they will all want the same privilege.

To bring frogs in? says Gaius.

And out, says Stanley. 

Stanley goes back to the office, to work on his curation.

Roo-kai is there, replacing the key.

Thank you, says Stanley. I understand you took the key for the best of reasons.

I am ashamed, says Roo-kai. It was not the best of reasons.

To reunite a family, says Stanley. I call that a good reason.

It was really so that Terence could remain with the birds' eggs as Gaius had instructed, says Roo-kai.

Your idea or his? asks Stanley.

Let's say, some things just happen, says Roo-kai.