A mountain stage.
Sweezus has hopes of being King of the Mountain.
He has sensibly eaten several eggs for his breakcfast.
So have Arthur and Pablo.
And what's in the musettes? asks Sweezus.
I'll ask Sirene, says Arthur.
Sirene is talking to Terence, before the race starts.
She is offering him a beautiful plum.
Terence doesn't want it.
Hey, says Arthur. What's in our musettes today?
Beautiful mirabelle plums, says Sirene. And bergamot oranges. You will love these. They will make you more speedy.
Can I have one? asks Terence.
You said you didn't want one, says Sirene.
I do now, says Terence.
She gives him a plum and an orange.
Any protein? asks Arthur.
O yes, says Sirene. Three tins of tuna.
How are we supposed to eat them? asks Arthur.
They are already open, says Sirene.
We thought you might not choose fish, says Arthur.
Why is that? asks Sirene.
We thought you might have an affinity, says Arthur.
Ha ha, laughs Sirene. An affinity!
She pats him on the shoulder.
Good luck for today.
Bang ! The race starts.
For a long time nothing interesting happens, bar the pedalling.
A couple of Category three climbs are coming up, before the big finish at the summit of Super Planche des Belles Filles.
Let us stand near the finish and watch.
Here comes Lennard Kämna, on his own.
Here comes Sweezus, leaving an oily trail of tuna behind him.
Here comes Baby Pierre on his tiny bicycle.
Woosh! He slides on the tuna oil. He is out of contention.
Here comes another tiny bicycle, which seems to be ridden by a plum.
But the plum has four frog legs, so we can be confident this is team Romeo-Knowlesi.
Woosh! They slide on the oil from the tuna.
Here comes Jonas Vingegaard, closely folowed by Tadej Pogacar.
They are super vigilant, and avoid the all tuna oil patches.
Zoom. Zoom. Pogacar and Vingegaard pass Kämna, who is knackered.
Who will be the winner?
Not Sweezus. Perhaps he didn't eat all the tuna.
Pogacar passes Vingegaard in the final moments.
And so Pogacar triumphs.
Again.
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