He must have realised it's Easter, says Gaius.
What has that got to do with anything? asks Kant.
He usually becomes grumpy, if reminded, says Gaius.
I see, says Kant. And this time he didn't.
He got my chocolate rabbit, says Terence.
He did, says Gaius. Chocolate can be a mood changer. Shall we go now? The afternoon wears on.
It just struck me, says Kant, that my suitcase is locked in the car.
And Sweezus has the carkeys, says Gaius. What a nuisance.
We'll have to break in, says Terence.
No, says Kant. I shall just do without it.
What was in it? asks Gaius.
Spare socks, underpants and a copy of my Critique of Pure Reason, says Kant.
What made you pack that? asks Gaius.
The interview, says Kant. The one Sweezus keeps on postponing.
That doesn't explain why you brought it, says Gaius.
Sometimes it helps, says Kant. Although sometimes it doesn't.
Now it doesn't, says Terence. Because it's locked in the car.
However, says Gaius, Sweezus and Arthur will no doubt join us in Goolwa this evening. They can't surf all night.
Yes, says Kant, so let's start our journey. Is it far?
About thirty six kilometres, via Victor Harbor, says Gaius.
Will I be in the basket? asks Terence.
Yes, says Gaius. You'll have a good view.
Can I have the thermometer? asks Terence.
Yes, says Gaius. But be careful
I'm always careful, says Terence.
They wheel their bikes up to the car park. Check the doors of the car.
Yes. Locked.
Kant's suitcase with his socks, underpants and Critique of Pure Reason lies on the back seat.
Gaius lifts Terence into the basket at the front of his bike.
Terence arranges the Tic Tac box, the thermometer and the chocolate rabbit wrapper in front of his feet.
What if the chocolate rabbit wrapper blows away when they start moving?
I know! thinks Terence. I'll wrap it round the thermometer!
It's easy to do. And yay! He now has a long skinny rabbit.
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