Yes, No And Water

The frogs have come back, after catching some flies.

Who are those guys? asks Quiet-tartus.

Yurp! says the knowlesi.

Méen and Maclou, says Terence. And guess what? 

Whurp? asks the knowlesi.

What? asks Quiet-tartus (who has not swallowed so many French flies).

They're going to make it so the carrot can talk, says Terence.

It can already talk, says Quiet-tartus.

More than just 'carrot', says Terence.

Saint Méen sits up.

Are these the frogs? asks Saint Méen. 

What do YOU think? asks Quiet-tartus.

Ha ha, laughs Saint Méen. I deserved that.

He pokes Saint Maclou.

Terence's frogs have returned, says Saint Méen.

Do they require the gift of speech? asks Saint Maclou.

NO! says Terence. They've already got it.

Grurp! says the knowlesi. 

That frog could be helped to do better, says Saint Maclou.

He's just burping, says Terence.

What's that b-urp-uzzing? asks the knowlesi.

Nothing, says Saint Méen. 

Surely it's all right for these small frogs to know our secret, says Saint Maclou.

You're right, Maclou, says Saint Méen. The buzzing comes from our haloes. We keep them hidden under our beanies, which saves us from the constant demands of the public

Haloes, says Terence. You know what those are?

Nurp! says the knowlesi.

They're magical hat rings, says Terence. I used to have one, but I dropped it and it broke and the Virgin said no one gets a second one.

That is certainly true, says Saint Méen. Ours are intact. The beanies help keep them so.

You should've had a beanie, says Quiet-tartus.

I had one, says Terence. 

I bet you lost it, says Quiet-tartus.

How did you know? asks Terence.

Because you don't have it, says Quiet-tartus.

What if it was in my pocket? says Terence.

You've got nothing but o-rings in there, says the knowlesi.

They are highly articulate frogs, says Saint Maclou. We should concentrate on the carrot.

Yes, says Terence. These are the words you should teach it: yes and no. 

If we give it the gift of speech it can say what it likes, says Saint Méen.

Ha ha, laughs the knowlesi. We know it likes water.

Okay, yes, no and water, says Terence.

WHATEVER it likes! says Saint Méen. For instance, it might say: How has my life come to this?

How indeed, agrees Saint Maclou.