Another flat stage. Last chance for the sprinters.
The teams ride out. Will there be a breakaway?
Yes. Baptiste Veistroffer.
All by himself.
There are atttacks from the peloton.
Which don't matter.
The countryside looks flat and yellow with the road running through it.
Oh hey.
Where is Baby Pierre, to sing a song when you need him?
Terence is bored.
Prong is bored too.
Why don't you do some more spying? asks Terence.
I might later, says Prong.
Want to hear my poem? asks Terence.
I heard it, says Prong. I was up in the tree.
Belle said it was good, says Terence.
I sensed you were jealous, says Prong.
What of? asks Terence.
That hairy bear, says Prong.
No I wasn't, says Terence.
Come on, says Belle. We've got musettes to give out.
Vello and David ride up.
What have we got? asks David.
Candouillettes and pompe aux grattons! shouts Belle.
Delightful, shouts Vello.
Sweezus and Arthur swing by and grab theirs.
What did she say was in them? asks Sweezus.
Candouillettes and pompe aux grattons, says Arthur.
Sweezus peers inside his musette.
Looks like sausages and buns, says Sweezus.
That's all you need to know, says Arthur.
He knows what the ingredients are.
Calf's caul, and pork rinds.
So what else is happening?
Baptiste Veistroffer remains out the front, for a while.
Mads Pedersen wins the intermediate sprint.
More flat riding.
Small towns, chateaux, fields.
At last the finish. Who is coming? Who's at the front of the bunch?
Not Tim Merlier.
But then.
Tim Merlier zooms out from nowhere and wins.
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