A hilly stage, no more cruel mountains.
Good chance for attackers today.
Alas, at the start, it is raining.
The riders ride out from Nantua, past a beautiful lake.
Breakaways form.
Various riders try to go out solo.
And are reeled in.
It's not long before everyone is hungry.
Where's this feeding station? grumbles Vello.
Can't be far off, says David.
I'll find out, says Denis Diderot.
He taps Lenny Martinez, who is passing.
How far to the feeding station? asks Denis Diderot.
Looking for chickenfeed? asks Lenny.
This is unfair. Denis is not wearing his chicken mask.
That was a private joke between me and my team mates, says Denis Diderot.
Everyone saw you, says Lenny.
My joke fell flat, says Denis Diderot. They didn't believe I was Remco.
Ha ha! As if! laughs Lenny.
He speeds off, to try and go solo.
Find anything out? asks David.
Up ahead, says Denis Diderot.
But how far? asks Vello.
Lenny wouldn't tell me, says Denis.
It turns out not to matter.
The feeding station is here.
And Terence is holding out the musettes, on his dimly glowing finger.
Saint Roley is off somewhere, trying to cadge another one, from a clown.
What have we here? asks Vello.
Diots! shouts Belle.
What did she call us? asks Denis.
Diots are sausages, says Vello. Spiced with nutmeg. Very nice too.
And delicious Bresse chicken! shouts Belle.
O joy! says Vello. Bresse chicken. The best!
And Savoy cake! shouts Belle in a tiny voice as they vanish into the distance.
And another thing, which they do not hear.
But Kaden Groves is behind them and he has heard it.
He speeds up, and passes on the message.
Don't let your cake get away, says Kaden Groves, zooming past them.
How could it? asks Vello.
But Kaden can't answer that question.
And so when Team Philosophe open their musettes the Savoy cakes ( light as feathers ) take wing and fly into the Jura mountains.
In other news, Kaden Groves goes on to win the stage solo, in Pontarlier.
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