Saturday, August 19, 2023

Six Duck Fortune

David is still sleeping.

Vello and Gaius have joined the queue for the toilet.

Pierre-Louis has not yet come back.

Terence and Waca have more room than usual.

This is good, says Terence, stretching his arms and legs out.

Ducks should get their own seats, says Waca.

It would cost too much money, says Terence. 

They could fit six ducks in one seat, says Waca. And the ducks could pay one sixth each.

Where would they get the money? asks Terence.

From their owners, says Waca.

Where would they get the ducks? asks Terence.

They'd already have them, says Waca.

Where are they going? asks Terence.

Anywhere, says Waca. 

What if they don't all want to go to the same place? asks Terence.

You only need six, says Waca. Look around you.

I'm looking, says Terence.

All these people want to go to the same place, says Waca.

Terence can't argue with that.

Monique appears. She squeezes past David.

David stirs, causing a rattling sound in his pocket.

Hi, says Monique. I've come to get Waca.

What for? asks Terence.

Waca's my duck, says Monique. And we'll be landing in Adelaide straight after breakfast.

Bad luck. I've decided to keep him, says Terence. 

But you gave him to me, says Monique.

That was when I had a better one, says Terence. But now that one's broken.

Oh, says Monique. Okay, you can have Waca. 

A better one? says Waca.

Don't listen to him, says Monique. You're all right. You can make your own fortune.

Yes, says Waca, brightening up. We were just thinking of selling seats on planes to duck owners. Six ducks to a seat, we decided.

YOU did, says Terence.

Did he? says Monique. He has a good head for business. 

And I did, says Terence.

Breakfast is coming, says Monique. Where are your grandpas?

They're not my grandpas, says Terence. They're Team Philo-soft.

Whatever, says Monique. Well, see you! I'm having a cheese omelet. What are you having?

A boring red drink, says Terence.

Poor you, says Monique. You could ask for a strawberry yogurt.

What am I having? asks Waca.

There's a chicken sausage, says Monique. 

(What a mean thing to say to a duck).


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