Good luck today, guys, says Belle.
Yeah thanks, says Sweezus.
Tean Condor rides off to the start point.
And good luck to me, says Terence.
An old man in a beanie taps him on the shoulder.
It's Saint Méen!
Good to see you, says Saint Méen. Why no parrot?
He's coming, says Terence.
How are you enjoying your gift of perfect balance? asks Saint Méen.
Good, says Terence. But I'm missing my claw.
Oh dear, says Saint Méen. But I see it's created a useful space to hang the musettes on.
Yes, says Belle. Terence is being so helpful.
Bang. The race starts.
Who are you hoping will win today's stage? asks Belle.
I don't need to hope, I know, says Saint Méen.
Oh, who will it be? asks Belle.
That Italian chappie, says Saint Méen.
Jonathan Milan? asks Belle.
The very person, says Saint Méen.
Terence waves at the passing riders.
Ha ha, you guys are all losers.
Stop that Terence, says Belle. And anyway, one of them is Jonathan Milan. He's not a loser.
Which one is him? asks Terence.
In the green jersey, says Saint Méen.
His beanie buzzes.
Come on Terence, says Belle. We've got to get to the feeding station before they do.
Want a miraculous hand? asks Saint Méen.
No thanks, we've got a scooter, says Belle.
I do! says Terence, holding up his claw-free hand.
The musettes begin swinging.
Saint Méen smells galette-saucisses.
It almost makes him wish he was a contestant.
But no. That would be cheating.
Let's go, says Belle.
She and Terence zoom off on the scooter, to the feeding station.
Do I smell galette-saucisses? shouts Vello, who is first of his team to arrive.
Yes, shouts Belle. They're still hot. Watch your fingers.
We know who's going to win! shouts Terence.
But Vello has sped off, and doesn't hear him.
However, we do know who wins.
So no need to fast forward to the final sprint in Laval.
Well done him, though. First TDF win ever.
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