Knife Holes

Pierre-Louis is delighted to see Quiet-tartus and the knowlesi.

How on earth did you get here? asks Pierre-Louis. I couldn't find you.

We know, says Quiet-tartus. We decided to make our own way.

You must have moved fast, says Arthur.

We had help, says the knowlesi. We got a lift in a car.

Are you talking to those frogs! asks the person in the seat across the aisle.

Yes, says Pierre-Louis. I'm a naturalist.

Are they yours? asks the person.

No, says Pierre-Louis. They are Australian.

They could still be yours, says the person.

Hey! I'm not Australian! says the rana.

And this one is French, says Pierre-Louis. 

Is the French one yours? asks the person.

Why do you want to know? asks Pierre-Louis.

Just curious, says the person. 

Pierre-Louis decides to come clean.

This French frog is here in lieu of the other two, says Pierre-Louis.

But they are all here, says the person.

They are now, says Pierre-Louis. However, we boarded the train without these two.

So they don't have tickets, says the person.

Sir, says Pierre-Louis. Frogs don't need tickets.

Then they should be in a container, says the person. 

They would be, says Pierre-Louis. If we had one.

We would love a container, says the knowlesi. 

Was your frog addressing me? asks the person.

Probably not, says Pierre-Louis. It was just saying it would love a container. 

I have a container, says the person. It's my lunch box, which is now empty.

I don't suppose it has air holes, says Pierre-Louis.

No it doesn't, says the person.

That person wants to kill us, says the knowlesi.

Surely not, says Pierre-Louis. 

You could make air holes, says the person. I would not ask for it back.

How am I supposed to make air holes? asks Pierre-Louis.

With a knife, says Arthur, who has a knife in another of his pockets, (not the side one with the potato fritter, or the back pocket in which he transported the rana). 

The person hands over his empty lunch box.

Arthur makes holes.