A RIGHT ROYAL FISHING MISADVENTURE!

GONE  FISHING MATE

Hello everyone, Editor Des here. You wouldn’t think that fishing could lead to big  trouble would you? But  believe me it can!

Well I was riding around the garden  one day when I thought I spotted a fish in a big water bowl.  I asked my guardian (Pauline Conolly)  if I could have a fishing rod. Now  she is not a very obliging person generally speaking,  but  to my surprise she  made me one.  Mind you, I  don’t think she really believed me about the fish.

My very own fishing rod.

My very own fishing rod.

Took me a while to get the hang of casting.  Take my advice people….hooks go in quite  easily but it’s very hard to get them out.

 

Oh crikey!!

Oh crikey!!

It was a hot day, but I found a kerchief in Pauline’s drawer and made myself a hat. I can be really enta….enterprising sometimes.

Pretty sure I spotted a fish in here. Here we go. Fishing, fishing… OH YES!

Got him!

Got him!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Not bad eh? It’s called a potteri ceramicus I believe, and is closely related to the European Carp.  I could take its fishy gizzards out and have it for my lunch.

 

The sun hat that led to my downfall.

The sun hat that led to my downfall.

I was just getting him off the hook when I heard a VERY angry voice say;  ‘EDITOR DES, WHAT HAVE YOU GOT ON YOUR HEAD??’    Just an old hanky, I said.

OMG, turns out its a historic relic, rather like Pauline herself. How was I supposed to know?

 

Royal memento

Chill Pauline, It will iron out OK!

 

A LITTLE HOLIDAY SEEMS AGOOD IDEA.

Come on Millie, time for a mini break in Sydney until Pauline calms down. No wonder I still smoke. It’s the stress.

Time to absent myself for a while.

Time to absent myself for a while.

DID YOU LIKE MY FISHING STORY?

1 Comment
  1. Pedal fast, Des..

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