At last. The Tour de France has begun.
Team Philosophe is one of the earliest to move off.
Good luck papa, says Belle.
How am I looking? asks Vello.
Much younger, says Belle. You too, David.
Surfing-with-Whales has not asked how he is looking.
His jersey feels tight.
Bang! they speed off together.
Sweezus comes up.
When do you go? asks Belle.
Pretty soon, says Sweezus.
Guess what? says Terence
What? asks Sweezus.
My parrot flew up to my palace and didn't come back, says Terence.
It's a big palace, says Sweezus. She's probably admiring the carvings.
Or got lost in a hole, says Terence.
I'm sure she'll turn up, says Belle. Good luck, Sweezie.
Thanks Belle, says Sweezus.
He goes off to join Arthur and Gaius, who are waiting to go.
Team Condor! shouts the announcer.
Bang! Off they go.
Out of the Forum, past the Sagrada Familia, up the cote de Montjuic, to the Stade Olympique.
Prong is perched on the Virgin's shoulder, somewhere high up on the Sagrada Famiglia.
Because she was right. Those carved feet were the feet of the Virgin, Terence's mother.
We get a good view from here, says the Virgin.
The best! answers Prong.
I'm going for Team UAE, says the Virgin. Joseph goes for Team Visma.
What about your baby? asks Prong.
He's too young to care, says the Virgin.
They both look down at the Virgin's new baby.
It looks like a Sylvanian bear, in a bonnet.
Time goes by.
There goes Vingegaard! says the Virgin. He's doing well.
He's your guy? asks Prong.
No, my guy is Pogacar, says the Virgin. His team will start last because of their ranking.
I don't get this, says Prong.
It's only for the Team Trials, says the Virgin. Look, there they go now.
Want me to follow them? asks Prong. And see if they win?
Yes, do that, says Virgin.
Prong flies to the Stade Olympique.
She arrives just in time to see Vingegaard remain in the hot seat, after Team UAE comes in third.
She flies back to the Sagrada Familia.
Your guy's team came third, says Prong.
Bumhole! says the Virgin.
Oh well, early days.
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