The next town is Gatton, the Salad Bowl of Queensland.
Katherine learns this from a sign.
It sets her off thinking again about the emu neck soup she had planned to abandon.
What was that recipe?
Baked Emu and Crushed Pumpkin. The picture looked nice.
And what a waste, should she not use the meat cuts.
Gatton.
There will surely be pumpkins.
She stops in the main street.
Yay! Are we there? asks Terence.
No, just a quick stop in Gatton to look for a pumpkin, says Katherine.
She gets out of the Rio, and goes into Spano's.
What does she want a pumpkin for? asks Terence.
Who knows? says Roo-kai. She may be rethinking the soup.
Pumpkin soup? asks Terence.
She might put the emu meat in it, says Roo-kai. So it's not wasted.
She can't! cries Terence. It might be Snowy or Loonymoon!
That it could not be, says Roo-kai.
How do YOU know? wails Terence.
Even WE know, says Quiet-Tartus.
It's all in the timing, says Shorty-Tartus. Like boxing.
He throws a frog punch. His emu plumes sway and flutter.
It would look alarming.
If you were a frog.
Think, Terence, says Roo-kai. We were talking to Snowy and Lunar Moon, while Katherine was inside Emu Heaven.
Then she came out, says Terence.
And the meat was already wrapped up, says Roo-kai. Therefore it could not have been them.
No it couldn't, says Quiet-Tartus.
I'm supposed to say that, says Terence.
Say it then, says Shorty-Tartus.
No, says Terence.
Of course, it would have been some emu or other, says Roo-kai.
Terence says nothing.
But they wouldn't chop up the albinos, says Roo-kai. They are too special.
And probably too low in iron, says Shorty-Tartus.
Exactly, says Roo-kai. Happy, Terence?
Katherine comes back with a pumpkin, two onions and a clove of garlic.
I'm not too sure I'll use the garlic, says Katherine.
(That's because she is Scottish).
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