With No Fuss He Saved Us

Roo-kai lands on the dark lumpish object.

Is it Unhappy?

Hard to say. The dark lumpish object is covered in seaweed.

The brown stringy sort of seaweed.

He parts the seaweed, using his beak.

Gaius arrives, breathing heavily, followed by Terence.

Is it he? asks Gaius. 

I'm about to find out, says Roo-kai.

It is he, croaks a frog voice.

Quiet-Tartus emerges from the behind the dark lumpish object.

I would have said it's HIM, says Shorty-Tartus, emerging as well.

Never mind the grammatical niceties, says Gaius. How do you know it is he?

We rode him in on a wave, says Shorty-Tartus.

Was he covered in seaweed at the time? asks Gaius.

Not so much, says Quiet-Tartus.

Was he dead? asks Terence.

He may not be dead even now, says Quiet-Tartus.

He's feels cold to my feet, says Roo-kai.

Gaius starts to pull off the seaweed, revealing Unhappy.

Unhappy is deceased, says Gaius. No doubt about it.

I'll go and tell the others, says Roo-kai.

We must bury him, says Gaius.

Okay, says Terence. I'll make him a poem.

I need a spade, says Gaius. I'll go back to the camper and see if I can find one.

We'll stay here, says Terence.

We'll help you with your poem, says Shorty-Tartus. We were there at the end.

He saved you, says Terence. Put that in.

He saved us, says Quiet-Tartus. What rhymes with us?

Pus, says Terence.

Fuss, says Shorty-Tartus.

Now shut up, says Terence. I'm first.

A dog has died, (says Terence), he got run over, but that isn't why/ he got better and went swimming after Sweezus, a very good guy.....

Now us, says Shorty-Tartus. 

Not yet, says Terence. He didn't make it, he drowned in the sea/ no one could find him and so/ two brave frogs decided to get on a surfboard and go/ ......now you.

We fell off / we thought we would die/ Unhappy floated by/ dead, with no fuss, he saved us/ another good guy, says Shorty-Tartus.

Terence can't believe how good their joint memorial poem is. 

He hopes Gaius hurries back with the spade.