A New Desperation

Have you twisted your ankle? asks Roo-kai.

Yes, says Saint Méen. I didn't see the rabbit hole.

Did you see the rabbit? asks Terence.

There was no rabbit, says Saint Méen.

What about the beanie? asks Roo-kai.

Buster appears to have eaten it, says Saint Méen.

I was right! says Terence.

You were right, says Saint Méen. I heard Buster buzzing.

He's in trouble, says Terence.

Not necessarily, says Saint Méen. I told him it would improve his disposition.

Where to? asks Terence.

A disposition remains with one, says Saint Méen. It does not move. You are thinking of a position. 

A position remains with one, says Roo-kai.

One what? asks Terence.

Anyone, says Saint Méen. Time we went back inside.

They go inside.

Belle and Saint Maclou are drinking their cocoa.

Where's Roo-kai's beanie? asks Belle.

Inside Buster, says Terence.

Buster would never eat a beanie, says Madame Ponty. 

He has a new desperation, says Terence.

Madame Ponty does not need to ask what that means. She rushes outside.

Belle re-heats Saint Méen's cocoa.

Thank you, Belle, says Saint Méen.

What's this new desperation? asks Saint Maclou.

I deliberately misled him, says Saint Méen. I told him henceforth he would have a kind disposition.

Perhaps he will, says Belle.

That is my hope, says Saint Méen. And he may persuade Madame Ponty to give us our beanie.

Yuck! says Terence.

Not THAT one, says Saint Méen. That one is a write-off.

Madame Ponty returns. She has taken off the beanie she was wearing.

These beanies are more trouble than they're worth, says Madame Ponty. You saints can have this one back. And I apologise about the other one. Poor Buster is exceedingly sorry.

She has not shut the door yet.

A volley of horse farts can be heard rumbling outside