Curly Questions

The collision does not happen.

The saints stop in time.

That was a close one, says Jeanne Jugan. Lucky you two were paying attention.

But we weren't, says Saint Méen. 

No we weren't, says Saint Maclou. It could only have been a divine intervention.

Or good brakes, says Arthur.

Were your minds on heavenly things? asks Jeanne Jugan.

In a way, says Saint Méen. We were discussing the knees of Pope Francis.

O yes! His poor knees! says Jeanne Jugan. It's the ligaments. I hear he has tried an injection.

Really? says Saint Maclou. Do we know if it helped?

Not a lot, says Jeanne Jugan.

We were discussing whether or not he should pray, says Saint Méen.

Isn't that his job? says Arthur.

For himself, says Saint Maclou. I imagine he would consider it inappropriate.

Would you? asks Jeanne Jugan.

Pray for myself? asks Saint Maclou. Never.

Wouldn't it depend how you put it? asks Arthur. 

Here, says Jeanne Jugan. Give me those frogs.

Arthur has been thinking about the curly question, and forgetting the frogs.

He hands them to Jeanne Jugan.

Doing a swap? asks Saint Méen.

Arthur doesn't have a container, says Jeanne Jugan. 

And you do? says Saint Méen.

First aid kit, says Jeanne Jugan.

She whips it out from under her loose black t shirt.

The frogs are aghast.

A first aid kit. Smelling of ointment with a use by date of two thousand and seven!

Get in, says Jeanne Jugan. You frogs are lucky. It's nice and warm.

The frogs hop in, feeling anything but lucky.

The first aid kit is returned to the place under Jeanne Jugan's black t shirt. 

A mysterious place. No one can quite picture where it is, or from what the first aid kit is suspended.