Mind if we stop off in Horsham? asks Roo-kai.
The Tzeets do not mind.
There is a river.
We'll land on the bank of the river, says Roo-kai.
They land.
This looks nice, say the Tzeets. We could stay here for the summer.
Too hot, says Roo-kai. You two amuse yourselves while I look for a road sign.
Okay, say the Tzeets.
You might forage for nutritious seeds, says Roo-kai.
We're not hungry, says one of the Tzeets.
No, says the other. But we should have a bath.
Whatever you like, says Roo-kai.
He flies off to look for a road sign that points to Geelong.
The Tzeets flick and splash at the edge of the river.
Having fun? asks a clamorous reed warbler.
Leave us alone, say the Tzeets.
You guys stink! says the clamorous reed warbler.
We know, says one Tzeet. That's why we're washing.
What happened? asks the clamorous reed warbler.
We got shat on, by a peregrine falcon, says one Tzeet.
You're lucky that was all it did, says the clamorous reed warbler.
It wasn't well, says the other Tzeet. It'd eaten some chocolate.
Warble-warble! laughs the clamorous reed warbler. It should have known better!
It does now, says the second Tzeet.
Wait, says the clamorous reed warbler. Didn't it die?
How would we know? says the first Tzeet. We're on our way to Geelong.
Why? asks the clamorous reed warbler.
We're catching the ferry to Tasmania, says the second Tzeet.
The clamorous reed warbler warbles.
You parrots! What softies!
Roo-kai returns.
I have good news and bad news, says Roo-kai.
Give us the good news, says the first Tzeet.
Geelong is that way, says Roo-kai. Only two hundred and fifty four ks.
What's the bad news? asks the second Tzeet.
Remember the peregrine falcon? says Roo-kai.
Of course they do. They have just washed its diarrhea from their feathers.
It died, says Roo-kai.
How do you know? ask the Tzeets.
It's all over Horsham, says Roo-kai.
The Tzeets look at one another.
What exactly is all over Horsham?
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