Sweezus and Arthur are still eating bread in the Mazda.
You're stopping me earning my horse, says Terence.
How's he earning a horse? asks Arthur/
Picking up all these dog hairs, says Sweezus.
Has he started? asks Arthur.
Yeah, says Sweezus. But they all blew back in.
He should get a container, says Arthur.
Yeah he should, says Sweezus. Terence, go back to the camper and get a container.
Terence goes.
A horse? says Arthur. Where's it coming from?
Ludwig , says Sweezus. He says it's something related to a horse.
Like another horse, says Arthur.
Doubt it, says Sweezus. Might be a book about a horse.
Terence couldn't read it, says Arthur.
A picture book, says Sweezus. He could look at the pictures.
He takes out his phone, and googles horse picture books. There are many.
Arthur puts the keys in the ignition and turns on the radio.
Wittgenstein must have been listening to Classic FM.
It's Mahler's Symphony Number 2. 'Resurrection'.
Arthur quickly turns it off again but not before Sweezus has heard: Rise again my dust!
No way! says Sweezus. Did you know it was Easter?
No, says Arthur, pretending he didn't.
Sweezus looks dark and troubled. He hates Easter.
Tell you what, says Arthur. Why don't we head off to Yamba, right now. Best surf breaks in the country.
Sweezus looks tempted.
Yeah but, we ought to ask Ludwig.
We've got the car keys, says Arthur. We can leave a message with Terence.
Terence has returned, without a container.
No worries, says Sweezus. Go back and tell them we'll meet them in Yamba.
What about my horse? asks Terence.
You'll find out in Yamba, says Arthur.
Yeah, we'll clean this mess up, says Sweezus.
Okay! says Terence, running back happily.
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