Buzz no noo

No one notices the drowned wasp, except for the other wasps, who are grief-stricken.

Hoo buzz buzz?

Buzz no noo.

Boo. 

Gaius has gone back inside, with Camus.

Terence turns the hose nozzle until the water stops.

It continues dripping, onto his shoes.

Pierre-Louis turns the tap off.

Terence loses interest in watering, and squelches inside.

So, says Sweezus. How come you want to stay here?

I could do with some time off, says Pierre-Louis. And Camus will be equally useful to Gaius..

Yeah? says Sweezus. You know Camus has an agenda?

Does he? says Pierre-Louis. To be honest, I too have an agenda.

To cultivate your garden? says Sweezus. Like in Candide. The boss wrote that. It's like heaps good advice.  

But it isn't my garden, says Pierre-Louis. The garden is simply my excuse to stay here while Camus is away. 

Go on, says Sweezus. 

I shall spend my time writing an article for Velosophy, says Pierre-Louis. It seems Vello will never ask me, but with Camus away, it's more likely that Vello will accept it.

You reckon? says Sweezus. 

Can't hurt to try, says Pierre-Louis. My idea is to write about the time Frederick the Great expected me to go to war on a donkey.

Hey, says Sweezus. Word of advice. Make sure there's a bicycle in it.

Thanks, says Pierre-Louis. I shall remember.

Sweezus doesn't ask him how he intends to introduce a bicycle into Frederick the Great's time. 

He supposes the  bicycle story might be used as a frame. Like yeah, Pierre-Louis is ridng along on his bicycle thinking something philosophical, like yeah, life is like a wheel or something, or two wheels... but no it isn't... anyway that's up to him... and the bicycle gets a flat tyre and it reminds him of the donkey, which was a cheap clapped-out donkey that couldn't keep up...

He looks up from his suppositions.

Pierre-Louis has dashed inside, pursued by bereaved wasps.

Slam! He has made it, though the screen door.

The wasps look around for someone else to exact their revenge on.