Everyone cowers fearfully as a murder of crows flies past. But they cheer up when a charm of goldfinches follows, and a mischief of magpies.
(Old Lady would spit if only one magpie were in view, as this cancels the bad luck. But more than one is all right).
In the sea, African Man is paddling tentatively up to his knees (he cannot swim) but Old Lady plunges in. (She floats like a cork)
Unfortunately, the mischief of magpies has seized the clothes lying on the beach. Helped by a flotilla of very naughty swans, they fly away.
Now everyone will have to return to the Tavern in their wet underwear!
Oh dear! Oh dear!