From the crest of a wave he is riding, Sweezus sees Gaius, with a spade.
He surfs all the way in, grabs his board, and catches up to Gaius.
Is this what I think it is? asks Sweezus.
Yes, says Gaius. Unfortunately, Unhappy has perished. Didn't Roo-kai tell you?
I saw him hovering, says Sweezus. I guess he was waiting for me to come in.
The frogs are safe, though, says Gaius. They are with Terence.
That's good, says Sweezus.
Terence runs towards them.
Guess what? We made a poem for Unhappy.
That's cool, little buddy, says Sweezus. How does it go?
Let's dig the hole first, says Terence.
Is that it? asks Sweezus.
No, says Terence. And guess what else? You're in it.
The hole? asks Sweezus.
It's not funny, says Terence. Unhappy was following you.
I know, says Sweezus.
How about dragging Unhappy up to the tree line, says Gaius.
Sweezus bends and starts dragging Unhappy away from the water.
Gaius walks up to the tree line and looks for a suitable spot.
He starts digging.
Sweezus rolls Unhappy into the hole Gaius has finished.
Unhappy is now facing up.
Should he be wrapped in something? asks Sweezus.
Seaweed, says Terence. I'll get some.
He runs back down to the shore.
He gathers an armful of the seaweed that Unhappy was previously covered in.
He can't wait for Sweezus to hear his great poem
He hopes Unhappy won't come alive suddenly.
Then he wouldn't get to say it.
He runs back with the seaweed.
No. Unhappy is still dead as a doornail.
That's good.
Okay, says Sweezus. Cover him up, little buddy.
Terence drops the seaweed strand by strand over Unhappy.
This takes some time.
Time enough for Arthur and Wittgenstein to arrive for the speaking of the poem.
Terence begins.
A dog has died, he got run over but that isn't why/ he got better and went swimming after Sweezus, a very good guy...
Terence stops and looks at Sweezus, expecting him to be happy.
But Sweezus looks glum.
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