Sweezus stops the camper.
He has run over a dog.
Arthur gets out.
The dog looks up at Arthur.
It's not dead, says Arthur. Shall I...?
Yeah, says Sweezus.
Arthur picks up the dog.
Put him in the back seat with Terence and Roo-kai, says Sweezus. Is he bleeding?
No, says Arthur. But he doesn't look happy.
The unhappy dog lies on the back seat beside Terence.
Terence pats his head.
Feel anything? asks Roo-kai.
A lump, says Terence.
Probably where he was hit, says Sweezus.
He might have concussion, says Arthur.
Call Gaius, says Sweezus. He'll know what to do.
Arthur calls Gaius.
Where are you? asks Gaius.
In Grafton, says Arthur. Where are you?
On the Bendy Bridge, says Gaius. Watching the sunset. Not that it's......
We're almost there, says Arthur. There's an injured dog with us.
Why is that? asks Gaius.
We ran over him in the camper, says Arthur. He's got a lump on his head.
Give him curly cabbage, says Gaius.
Sure, says Arthur. Where are we supposed to get curly cabbage?
Any fruit and vegetable shop worth its salt, says Gaius. But come here first. I'll take a look at him.
Bendy Bridge, says Arthur.
Where the hell's that? asks Sweezus.
Over the river, says Arthur. I can see it.
The Bendy Bridge spans the mighty Clarence River, and is a great spot for watching the sun rise or set, although not this evening.
The rain does not look like stopping.
Sweezus drives onto the Bendy Bridge (so named because it is bendy).
The Mazda has stopped there.
Gaius sees the camper approaching, and gets out.
At last! says Gaius. We're glad to see you. Where's this dog?
In the back, says Sweezus. Get in.
Wittgenstein has remained in the Mazda, with the two frogs.
We're planning to spend the night at Corcoran Park, says Gaius. Ludwig will lead the way and we'll follow.
Can I go with him? asks Terence. I want to tell the frogs about the koala.
Okay, says Sweezus.
At last everyone is in their chosen vehicle.
Except for Unhappy the dog, at whom Gaius is looking.
His eyes have rolled back in his head, and his limbs become flaccid.
This may require more than curly cabbage.
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