Tree Nymphs And Mackerel

What now? asks Pierre-Louis.

We take a short nap, says Gaius. There's not much more to do here.

I agree, says Pierre-Louis. We've learned all we can from these possums.

These particular possums, says Gaius. We're sure to meet more on the way.

Why, where are we going? asks Pierre-Louis.

To find the Ada Tree, says Gaius. 

Yay! says Terence. We're going to worship the Ada Tree! 

We are not, says Gaius. We are going to try and determine why possums worship the Ada Tree.

Perhaps they don't all worship the Ada Tree, says Pierre-Louis.

Perhaps Almighty Ada was just an expression, says Squattu. Like Holy Mackerel.

That also can be determined, says Gaius.

Holy Mackerel? says Pierre-Louis. Where did that come from?

We bats say it, says Squattu. But we don't worship the mackerel.

Remind me to question you more on that later, says Gaius. Right now I'm going to turn in.

He spreads Marx's blanket.

I'll take the stiff side, says Pierre-Louis. 

Kind of you, says Gaius. Terence, wake us up in an hour. 

They lie down on the blanket, and fall asleep immediately.

Pierre-Louis dreams of tree nymphs, while Gaius dreams of mackerel.

One hour! says Terence. Let's go exploring.

Not me, says Squattu. I need a nap too. Take Easter Morning.

Squattu crawls into the carriage and nods off.

Easter Morning is excited, to be exploring with Terence.

Let's take the drone. We can make our own  movie, says Easter Morning.

Okay, says Terence. You go, and I'll make the drone fly above you. 

Now? asks Easter Morning.

Yes now, says Terence.

He pulls the up-knob, the stop-knob, the continue-horizontally-knob, and, when Easter Morning turns left, the turn-left-knob.

Is it still above me?  asks Easter Morning, over his shoulder.

Yes, says Terence. I'm getting really good at this.

But Easter Morning has been looking over his shoulder, and not seen a rock.

The drone has kept going left, and hit a tree trunk.

It may not be a very good movie.