Terence has had to take off his potato costume, to drink his red smoothie.
Katherine and Gaius eat their chips and drink coffee.
Prong picks at her defrosted purple berry mush.
Gaius's phone pings.
Ping!
It's a message from Belle.
How's this for a new parrot passport?
Gaius looks at the photo she's sent.
It's a copy of Mouldy's old one, with alterations.
Male has been replaced with female.
Mouldy's photo has been replaced by the photo of Prong.
The one with the whiskers.
That could be a problem, says Gaius.
What? asks Katherine.
Prong doesn't have curly whiskers, says Gaius.
I do have them, says Prong.
Yes she does, says Katherine. Remember, Minnie made some with starched wool.
Prong can hardly go about wearing them, says Gaius.
It'd just be at the airport, says Katherine. And again coming home.
Where are they? asks Prong.
In my handbag, says Katherine. Minnie said don't get them wet.
Well Prong, are you willing to wear the starched whiskers when you go through security? asks Gaius.
Yes I am, says Prong
Like a spy, says Terence. Can I wear whiskers too?
No, says Gaius. You have your own passport, with a photo that looks just like you.
Is it me? asks Terence.
Of course it's you, says Gaius.
A photo of you, says Katherine.
We could draw whiskers on it and then I could wear whiskers, says Terence.
A spy wouldn't do that, says Prong.
Terence is impressed that Prong knows what a spy wouldn't do.
So are we agreed that this parrot passport is suitable? asks Gaius.
Katherine looks at it again.
Yes, it is signed by Professor Isidore, director of the Jardin des Plants in Paris.
And no, it has not yet expired.
Agreed, says Katherine.
Gaius sends Belle a message:
Good work Belle, and thanks. I'll drop by and pick it up from your office in the morning.
Now, says Katherine, we'd better be going.
They go out to her car.
We forgot the potato costume, says Prong.
Terence goes back for it.
He is thinking about a day in the future, when he might want to wear it, but he couldn't because he didn't know where it was because it was at the Pinnaroo roadhouse, or would be, if it wasn't for Prong.
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