In A Cracked Valley

These are Australian frogs, says Pierre-Louis. We're returning them to Australia.

Then where is your paperwork? asks the biosecurity officer.

We don't have it at the moment, says Pierre-Louis. 

What are those papers in the lunch box? asks the biosecurity officer.

A poem, says Pierre-Louis.

The biosecurity officer removes the lid from the lunch box.

Quiet-tartus and the knowlesi are silent.

At such times it is best not to talk.

The biosecurity officer pulls the many-times-folded papers out from underneath them and reads the poem.

As I suspected, a French poem, says he.

Why is that relevant? asks Pierre-Louis.

An Australian poem would have backed up your story, says the officer. This French poem does not.

Arthur has ended his phone call to Terence, and joined Pierre-Louis.

What's up? says Arthur.

Paperwork, says Pierre-Louis. I don't suppose you have it?

No, says Arthur. Who wants it?

This officer, says Pierre-Louis. 

Arthur turns to the officer.

Victor! says Arthur. What are you doing in Paris?

International experience, says Victor. A strategic career move.

You look good with that moustache, says Arthur,

Just blending in, says Victor. Now what's with these frogs?

Lost their bicycle, says Arthur. At the end of the Tour.

Were there frogs in the Tour? asks Victor. I didn't notice.

In Baby Pierre's team, says Arthur. He lost his bike too, and ran off to le Havre, so Belle followed him there with the frogs. 

This is all irrelevant, says Victor. No paperwork, no boarding. And that's just the frogs. You and your friend here are facing wildlife smuggling charges.

I know you love paperwork, says Arthur.

Not French paperwork, says Victor.

He thinks about all the French paperwork involved in wildlife smuggling charges

Okay, I'll accept this poem in lieu, says Victor. Go through, and count yourselves lucky.

They go through. 

Hey! shouts Quiet-tartus, when do we get our poem back?

You don't need it, says Arthur.

We do! cries the knowlesi. 

We should have made a copy, says Pierre-Louis. But perhaps we can remember it?

They sit in the departure lounge, trying to remember it.

Jullouville  (they remember)

Dans une vallée crevassée......