Spitting On Crumbs

What's the plan? asks Camus.

Two fold, says Gaius. Firstly, we find the right habitat.

I thought this was the right habitat, says Camus.

Too much sand, says Gaius. And not enough vegetation. We must proceed to the saltmarsh.

And the rest of the plan? asks Camus. 

Terence will place Waca somewhere conspicuous, once he is finished, says Gaius.

Finished? says Waca.

The cake crumbs will be a nice touch, says Gaius.

I knew it was a good plan, says Terence.

Don't use all the cake, says Camus. 

Okay, says Terence.

He breaks a chunk off. And crumbles it into the sand.

Now, says Terence. Roll forward into it.

Me? says Waca.

 Of course you, says Terence.

Fancy some cake? asks Camus.

I'd prefer an apple, says Gaius.

There are no apples, says Camus.

But I specifically asked for apples, says Gaius. Never mind, what else is there?

But before Camus can answer 'only junk food', Roo-kai flies down.

A few have been spotted in the coastal saltmarsh vegetation, just north of here, says Roo-kai.

Right, says Gaius. You lead the way. I'll follow. 

We'll save you some cake, says Camus.

Gaius hurries off.

Waca has rolled forward onto the sandy cake crumbs, and many have stuck to his belly.

You look good, says Terence. 

Now what? asks Waca.

Display yourself, says Camus. 

Waca leans back, to display himself.

The orange icing dotted with cake crumbs attracts several flies.

Buzz off! says Waca.

We assumed you were trying to attract us, says one fly.

Well I wasn't, so buzz off, says Waca.

Yes buzz off says Terence. We're attracting a parrot.

Fancy! says the fly, spitting on a cake crumb.

This is not going well.