Stiff As A Stick

Is that for me? asks Easter Morning.

It's on top of my milkshake, says Terence. So it's mine.

But it looks like a grasshopper's insides, says Easter Morning.

No it doesn't, says Terence. Grasshopper's insides would be yellow.

How would you know? asks Easter Morning.

Or brown, says Terence. Or green, even.

That proves you don't know, says Easter Morning. 

Let me have a look at it, says Gaius. 

He picks it up with his fingers.

Mind if I bend it?

No, says Terence. 

Gaius bends it. 

It appears to be flexible, says Gaius.

You bent it! says Terence. Now bend it back!

Whatever it is, says Gaius, bending it back again, it's not for you, Terence.

Perhaps it's a slice of ginger? suggests Pierre-Louis. 

It's not ginger, says Gaius. Who would put ginger on a strawberry milk shake? It's more like a stiff strip of jelly.

That's what the insides of a grasshopper are like, says Easter Morning.

You can have it, says Terence.

So Easter Morning gets the mysterious pink thing to eat.

More people have entered the old wooden building, and sat at a wonky table, nearby.

Awesome place, says one of the people.

Cool car on the roof outside, says another.

Look what HE'S got! says another, a kid, pointing at Terence.

Terence slurps his strawberry milkshake.

Is that your pet lizard? asks the kid.

It's an easter morning skink, says Terence. Slurrp! Slurrp!

It's choking, says the kid.

And indeed Easter Morning is choking, having tried to swallow the pink thing, which is stuck and won't go further in.

Easter Morning had forgotten the dead moth he ate earlier.

Now what? 

Easter Morning is stiff as a stick.