Froth Raft

Terence sits outside his tent, trying to think of a blessing.

Inside, the pobblebonk stretches his toes to the feet end.

What would make a good prize?

He doesn't own anything. 

Except.....there are always his children.

Four thousand of them. Who would miss one?

He sneaks to the front end, intending to wriggle past Terence.

Bonk! He has forgotten about the black underpants that Terence is wearing.

What? asks Terence.

Just popping out for a bit, says the pobblebonk.

I'll come with you, says Terence. Where are we going?

To the water, says the pobblebonk. I need to get something.

Is it a prize? asks Terence.

It might be, says the pobblebonk.

Lets go! says Terence.

He follows the pobblebonk to the creek bank.

The pobblebonk starts calling. Bonk bonk! Where are you?

No one answers.

The pobblebonk starts walking along the creek bank.

He stops at a small raft of froth.

These will be mine, says the pobblebonk.

He hops into the water and scrabbles about in the froth raft.

That's a rubbish prize, says Terence.

Ee! Ee! Faint squeaks arise from the froth raft.

It looks like the stuff I threw up, says Terence.

I would have thought they'd be tadpoles by now, says the pobblebonk.

Tadpoles! says Terence. That's a great prize! Where are they?

Perhaps down below, says the pobblebonk. They tend to rest on the bottom.

He dives down to the bottom.

Sure  enough, there are several of his probable children resting on the bottom.

Who's up for an adventure? asks the pobblebonk.

We are! cry the probable pobblebonk children.

Wop bop a loo! Now he just needs a jar.