(Cut to a linkman standing before Stonehenge.)
Linkman: This is Stonehenge ... and it's from here we go
to Africa.
(Jeremy Thorpe appears at the edge of shot and waves. Cut to
as overgrown, jungleoid a location as Torquay can provide. A very
big thick tree in the foreground David Attenborough pushes through
jungle towards camera. He has damp sweat patches under his arms
which grow perceptibly during the scene. He has two African guides
in the background both with saxophones round their neck.)
Attenborough: (slapping the side of a tree) Well
here it is at last ... the goal of our quest After six months and
three days we've caught up with the legendary walking tree of
Dahomey, Quercus Nicholas Parsonus, resting here for a moment, on
its long journey south. It's almost incredible isn't it, to think
that this huge tree has walked over two thousand miles across this
inhospitable terrain to stop here, maybe just to take in water
before the two thousand miles on to Cape Town, where it lives. It's
almost unimaginable, I find - the thought of this mighty tree
strolling through Nigeria, perhaps swaggering a little as it crosses
the border into Zaire, hopping through the tropical rain forests,
trying to find a quiet grove where it could jump around on its own,
sprinting up to Zambia for the afternoon, then nipping back ...
(a native whispers in his ear) Oh, super ... well, I've just
been told that this is not in fact the legendary walking tree of
Dahomey, this is one of Africa's many stationary trees, Arborus
Barnbet Gaseoignus. In fact we've just missed the walking tree... it
left here at eight o'clock this morning... was heading off in that
direction... so we'll see if we can go and catch it up. Come on
boys.
(They move off. At this point we notice that there are two
other saxophone-wearing natives, a trumpeter, a trombonist, a double
bassist, a guitarist, and finally a man with a drum kit tied to his
back. Mix through to them on the move in another pan of the jungle.
Sweat is now spraying out from under Attenborough's armpits as if
from a watering can.)
Attenborough: Well, we're still keeping up with it, but
it's setting a furious pace. Early this morning we thought we'd
spotted it, but it turned out to be an Angolan sauntering tree,
Amazellus Robin Ray, out walking with a Gambian Sidling Bush...
(Jeremy Thorpe leans in the background and waves to camera) So
on we go ... it's going to be difficult - the walking tree can
achieve speeds of up to fifty miles an hour, especially when it's in
a hurry. (Rupert the bearer points excitedly) Super! Well,
Rupert has spotted something ... this could be it... a walking tree
on the move ... (they move off, by this time water spray is
gushing out from all over his chest) But, what Rupert had in
fact discovered was something very different...
(He stops him, they kneel down. Cut to their eye line. In the
distance, amongst low bushes and thick undergrowth, six Africans
dressed immaculately in cricket gear having a game of cricket. Cut
to Attenborough, Rupert and one other bearer watching. Attenborough
is looking down at something he is holding. The other two are gazing
wide-eyed at the cricketers.)
Attenborough: The Turkish Little Rude Plant. (he holds
up, carefully and wondrously, a plant which has green outer leaves
splayed back to reveal a small, accurately sculpted bum) This
remarkably smutty piece of flora was used by the Turks to ram up
each other's ... (Rupert nudges him and points excitedly at the
batsmen) Ah no! In fact it was something even more
interesting... (Attenborough points, apparently at the batsmen,
but he has clearly got it wrong again) Yes, there it was, over
the other side of the clearing, the legendary Puking Tree of
Mozambique... (Rupert nudges him again)