Meanwhile across the Atlantic, a frustrated chickadee was sitting on a pine cone (very uncomfortable, pinecones) and bemoaning a five hour time difference, knowing her tiny wings would never make the long flight. Surely enough gerbils could construct a tunnel? But even then , it would be at least a week to hop. How could she contribute to help Gosie’s situation?
Inspiration struck - “I know!” she chirped, and flew down to the waterfront in Portland. Calling in at Free Range Fish and Lobster, hard by Becky’s Diner on Commercial Street, she ordered one of their lobsters to be mailed express delivery to Kevin and Steve in Plymouth. “It’ll take them so long to work out how to get the meat off that bugger*” she chortled, “that it will totally distract them from betraying Gosie’s position to the cops.”
But will it get there in time, the chickadee wondered? After all, it is a holiday weekend on both sides of the Atlantic and that lobster might be a little whiffy by the time it gets there.
*In Maine, lobsters are known as bugs, so this is not as insulting as it might appear.