Joke Logic

Please thank Banjo's dad for the joke, says Gaius. 

We'll pass it on, says Pierre-Louis.

When will you be leaving? asks Banjo's mother.

We'll have a short nap this morning, says Gaius. Then we'll be on our way.

What will I do? asks Terence.

Wait for us to awaken, says Gaius. 

Boring, says Terence.

It's never boring in Yellingbo, says Banjo's mother. Why not look for spiders?

There's a suggestion, says Gaius. Farewell, Banjo's mother. 

Likewise, says Banjo's mother.

She runs up the tree.

Gaius, Pierre-Louis and Terence head back to their campsite.

Looks like we're in for a fine morning, says Pierre-Louis. But the ground's a bit wet.

Hmm, says Gaius. Not good for the blanket.

And anyway there is only one blanket.

Any plastic bags? asks Pierre-Louis.

Just the one for the apples, says Gaius. 

Better than nothing, says Pierre-Louis.

They compromise, with the sleeping arrangements.

Pierre-Louis lies, in part, on the apple bag, and Gaius on the blanket.

The ground feels hard through the apple bag, and wet through the blanket.

But both men are tired. They sleep.

Come on, Squatty, says Terence. Let's look for spiders.

I need to sleep too, says Squattu.

I'll go by myself then, says Terence.

Don't go too far, says Squattu.

Terence goes looking for spiders.

He upends a small stone.

Grrrowl!

Who's that? asks Terence.

Me, says the growler. That's my stone.

Stones don't belong to anyone, says Terence. I was just looking for a spider.

No spiders under my stone, says the growler, who looks like a frog.

You're a frog! says Terence.

I'm actually a growling grass frog, says the growling grass frog. Are you on your own in the forest?

No, says Terence. But I'm the only one awake in our team.

Why's that? asks the growling grass frog.

We were up all night, talking to posums, says Terence.

Hear the bangs? asks the growling grass frog.

Yes, says Terence.

Deer control, says the growling grass frog.

I know, says Terence.

So what did you talk about? asks the growling grass frog. With the possums.

Jokes, says Terence.

Possums are rubbish at jokes, says the growling grass frog. Frogs are better.

Go on then, says Terence.

What's green green green green green? asks the growling grass frog.

You mean what's black and white, black and white, black and white? says Terence.

No I don't, says the growling grass frog. What's green green green green green?

I don't know, says Terence.

A frog rolling down hill, says the growling grass frog.

That's a penguin joke! says Terence.

No it isn't. Penguins aren't green, says the growling grass frog. 

So what? asks Terence.

It only works if you're green, says the growling grass frog.

Terence is sure there's something wrong with this logic.