Plop! Prawny falls into the water.
Action, bell frogs, says Gaius.
Look! says the one who didn't eat Prawny. Prawny fell in!
To the rescue! says the neighbour.
They both dive in.
This is good! says Terence.
The bell frogs swim down towards Prawny, who has sunk to the bottom.
They grab one end each and swim up.
They break the surface.
They drag Prawny onto the grass.
Should we pump him? asks the neighbour.
We should, says the one who didn't eat Prawny.
They take turns pumping Prawny, but this time no water comes out.
He seems to have died, says the neighbour.
Yes, says the one who didn't eat Prawny. We should cover him with grass.
We should, says the neighbour. And here is a pile of grass stalks stacked up and ready.
Won't that look somewhat strange? asks Katherine. A pile of grass ready.
Yes! says Terence. It'll look like they knew what would happen.
Fine, says the neighbour. We'll pick new grass stalks.
And Gaius will have to edit the video, says Katherine.
Perhaps, says Gaius.
Don't you know how? asks Katherine.
I'm sure I can learn, says Gaius.
The bell frogs are picking new grass stalks to cover dead Prawny.
They have done it.
They cover him up.
Now, says Terence. Someone should say a poem about Prawny.
It should be you, says Katherine.
Okay, says Terence. A prawn has died/ He was going to be a parrot/ He even had wings/ Everything went well until the black hole/ His tail came off in it/
Stop! says the one who didn't eat Prawny. Do we get a mention?
How? asks Terence.
Finding his tail, says the one who didn't eat Prawny.
Twice, says the neighbour.
And rescuing him, says the one who didn't eat Prawny.
Twice, says the neighbour.
Once, says Terence. He was dead the second time.
I assume he was also dead the first time, says Gaius.
He was, says the neighbour.
Anyway, says Terence. My poem's not finished. But I'm trying to leave you two out.
Perhaps the bell frogs could compose their own poem for Prawny, says Katherine.
Yes. This suits them fine.
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