Monday, June 1, 2026

Leaving Nearly Everything Out

Terence continues his poem in remembrance of Prawny:

His tail fell in the water/ So he had no tail/ There was a reward / If anyone could find it/ The reward took too long/ And Prawny got hot / So he jumped into the water and died/ He was Prawny the strong.

That's a lovely poem, Terence, says Katherine. I like Prawny the strong.

He wasn't that strong, says Terence.

So it was even nicer of you to say it, says Katherine. And it rhymes with too long.

Terence is pleased that she noticed, especially as he hadn't.

How come we're not in it AT ALL? asks the bell frog who didn't eat Prawny.

Yeah, says the neighbour.

You're doing your own poem, says Terence. Get talking.

We're not ready, says the neighbour.

You don't have to be ready, says Terence. Just start.

Is that what you do? asks the one who didn't eat Prawny.

Yes, says Terence. Once you start it just keeps coming out.

It's the starting that's hard, says the neighbour.

Say who's died, says Terence.

Yes, do that, says Gaius. Are you ready?

The bell frogs look at one another.

Who will begin?

I'll begin, says the one who didn't eat Prawny.

He begins:

Prawny has died/ He got hot waiting/ And dived/ Two bell frogs saw him and tried/ To save him but he was no longer alive/

The neighbour chimes in:

He was our friend/ He made us famous/

The one who didn't eat Prawny continues:

Famous he made us/ For we found the tail, twice/ Prawny allowed it/ Because he was nice. 

And lastly the neighbour:

He was our friend/ He made us famous/ The end.

Bravo! says Katherine.

Excellent! says Gaius.

You left nearly everything out, says Terence. 

So did you, says the one who didn't eat Prawny.

It doesn't matter, says Katherine. Prawny has had a good send off. 

Are we leaving him here? asks Terence.

I think so, says Gaius. Or ... would that be littering?

He'll decompose, says Katherine. I don't think leaving him here would be littering.

Okay, bye Prawny, says Terence.

He is ready to go.

Ahem, says the neighbour.

What about our reward prawn? says the one who didn't eat Prawny.

I almost forgot, says Gaius. Where is it?

Here, says Katherine, taking the plastic container out of her pocket.

She takes off the lid and places the defrosted reward prawn on the grass beside the dead Prawny.

Could you break it in half? asks the neighbour.