The beetle gives itself a shake and starts trundling forward, knocking over bits of equipment.
Bahorel, standing in front of Joly, gives a cheerful shout and jumps forward to grab one of the beetle's front...horn...things and lifts it up. It clacks its wing-casings open for a moment and then settles down to trundle in place again, pushing against his grip with what seems like serene patience, for a beetle.
It's much stronger than its size suggests. Bahorel picks it up by the underbelly; it goes on trundling in midair. He grins at Joly and Combeferre.
"Not what you were fishing for, I think, but still a fine catch! What is it?"
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Bahorel, standing in front of Joly, gives a cheerful shout and jumps forward to grab one of the beetle's front...horn...things and lifts it up. It clacks its wing-casings open for a moment and then settles down to trundle in place again, pushing against his grip with what seems like serene patience, for a beetle.
It's much stronger than its size suggests. Bahorel picks it up by the underbelly; it goes on trundling in midair. He grins at Joly and Combeferre.
"Not what you were fishing for, I think, but still a fine catch! What is it?"