On Our Way To The Truth

Terence unwraps his chocolate rabbit.

Now what? says Terence.

You eat it, says Gaius. Or should I say, one generally eats it.

It looked better before, says Terence.

It did have more features, says Gaius. 

I'll wrap it up again, says Terence. So I won't eat it.

A good choice, says Gaius. If you eat it there's no telling where it will go.

I know, says Terence. 

He starts to rewrap his rabbit.

While you're doing that, says Gaius, I'll call Surfing-with-Whales.

He takes out his phone and calls the number.

Hey, says Surfing-with-Whales. 

Greetings, says Gaius.

Yeah, happy Easter, says Surfing-with-Whales. 

I wouldn't say that, says Gaius.

How come? asks Surfing-with-Whales. 

We're down at Waitpinga, examining the karenia mikimotoi, says Gaius. 

That stuff! says Surfing-with-Whales. 

Yes that stuff, says Gaius. Terence has collected a sample.

Has he still got Gloopy? asks Surfing-with-Whales.

No, says Gaius. That's the reason I called you. He left Gloopy on a 106 bus.

Dead Gloopy? asks Surfing-with-Whales. You want me to check out lost property?

No. The police are involved, says Gaius. I need you to make a statement.

It was an accident! says Surfing-with-Whales.

I've told Victor that, says Gaius. He wishes to ascertain whether Gloopy was dead before leaving Tasmania. 

WTF! says Surfing-with-Whales. 

I know, says Gaius. Anyway if you could just write a statement explaining what happened.

Sure, says Surfing-with-Whales. Then what?

Send it to me, says Gaius. I'll pass it on to Victor.

No worries, says Surfing-with-Whales. 

Gaius is pleased that at least that problem is sorted.

And now Kant has strolled back.

I think I got their attention, says Kant. 

Look! says Terence. A chocolate rabbit. I'm not going to eat it.

I cannot understand why humans manufacture chocolate rabbits, says Kant.

Spring, says Gaius. 

But it's autumn, says Kant.

Another layer to burrow through on our way to the truth, says Gaius.

Kant nods wisely.