Mrs Kerie Crowbar is unable to find her rascal of a son after returning home from the Sunday market. Much is going on with her husband, a tour guide, who drives the bus and often takes tourists by boat into the sea, spending days away from home. After coming home late last night from his job, he is sleeping. The boy was left in his care before Kerie and her daughter went to the market and at this hour of late morning, he is still sleeping like a dead log.
Kerie looks for her son in every possible place. She goes to the neighbours asking if they have seen him and goes to every meadow of the island to see if he has been chasing lizards and seagulls, but she cannot find him. Returning home utterly disappointed, she now finds her daughter to be missing as well. Kerie goes out again to search for them but finding none of her children, she comes home frustrated and disgusted. To make her go mad, this time she finds that her husband is not in his bed, or even in the whole cottage.
Where could they all have gone? Do the rhymes in the 'birdie language' of the crested cockatiel have any clues?
