Swaying Dangerous

Gaius and Wittgenstein are on their way to the Gold Coast, with Monty the toy horse in the glove box.

Monty is dozing, due to the humming sound that you would know about if you too had travelled in a glove box.

Hum-brum-hum-brum.

Hypnotic? I thought so.

Monty is dreaming a dream about frogs.

The frogs are hanging from tree pipe traps, swaying dangerously close to one another.

Sometimes a tree trap hits another tree trap, and the frogs fall out of the tree trap to be replaced by other frogs who were behind the ones who fell out of the tree trap.

No frogs croak, in Monty's dream.

Hum-brum-hum-brum.

Outside the glove box but inside the Mazda, Gaius is taking Wittgenstein's advice.

He is calling Arthur.

Arthur answers. Hello.

Arthur, says Gaius, when do you expect to arrive at the Gold Coast?

Couple of hours, says Arthur. Why?

We are planning a very brief stay, says Gaius. 

What's he saying? asks Sweezus, who is driving.

Brief stay, says Arthur.

So? asks Sweezus.

So? says Arthur.

We'll be  needing those frogs, says Gaius. 

Sure, says Arthur. And have you got Monty?

Monty? Why yes, he's here in the glove box, says Gaius. 

Okay, says Arthur. We'll figure out a good place to meet....

Yes? says Gaius.

And let you know, says Arthur.

He rings off.

Hum, says Gaius. Oh well, at least he reminded me about Monty.

He opens the glove box.

Monty falls out.