Today the Tour will leave Spain and ride into France.
Another hot one.
Terence is waiting with Belle at the start.
No Prong yet? asks Belle.
No, says Terence. She must have got whacked by Saint Joseph.
He wouldn't be able to whack her, says Belle. She could just fly away.
And Belle is right. This is exactly what happened.
Prong has escaped being whacked by Saint Joseph, flown away, and is flying towards Ganollers.
She lands on Terence's shoulder, just as the teams are about to get going.
Yay! says Terence. You got away!
Sweezus hears him, and wonders why Terence has said that.
But Gaius has seen.
His parrot has returned, says Gaius.
Hope it brings us good luck, says Sweezus.
I'm sure it will, says Gaius.
At the Col de Saint Feleu, Sweezus finds himself level with Surfing-with-Whales, and Pablo.
Hey guys, says Sweezus.
Hey bro! says Surfing-with-Whales.
Hola! says Pablo. Sorry about what happened.
Yeah no worries, says Sweezus.
What happened? asks Surfing-with-Whales.
You know, says Sweezus.
I got a better offer, says Pablo.
Lucky you, says Surfing-with-Whales. I'm with Team Philosophe.
They're okay, says Sweezus. And their jerseys are the coolest.
Yeah, says Surfing-with-Whales. Design's based on a whale spout.
Ha ha! laughs Pablo. Very clever!
How come clever? asks Surfing-with-Whales.
Team Philosophe, always spouting their wisdom, says Pablo. Plus, they snared you.
Hadn't thought of that, says Sweezus.
You did well yesterday, Whales, says Pablo.
Yeah, the pimientos helped, says Surfing-with-Whales. I got a super hot one.
Jonas Vingegaard passes them, overhearing this titbit.
Hmm, thinks Jonas, super hot pimientos. I will order some for Team Visma tomorrow.
Belle and Terence are now at the feeding station, having got a lift there.
They are handing out musettes for Team Philosophe and Team Condor.
Guess what? shouts Terence.
But Sweezus has grabbed his musette and kept going.
What were you going to tell him? asks Prong.
What you told me about the Virgin, says Terence.
Maybe you shouldn't, says Prong. She's his mother too.
I'm TELLING! says Terence.
Meanwhile Sweezus is looking in his musette for hot pimientos.
But there are none.
Only calcots, mel i mato, and more of those long thin fuets.
He keeps going.
Arthur joins him.
They both keep going.
Gaius joins them too.
Those grilled onions were strong, says Gaius.
But, against expectations, they don't make Team Condor go any faster.
And up ahead at Les Angles. Who is winning?
Wouldn't you know, it's Tadej Pogacar, surpassing Jonas Vingegaard and Richard Carapaz.
Tadej will now be in yellow.
Maybe forever.......
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