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.
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!!
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!
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.
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?
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.
DID YOU LIKE MY FISHING STORY?
Pedal fast, Des..