Contributed by Martyn Green Coordinator, Baywater Anglers
									His two cousins grinned back at him. Wayne, the oldest by a couple of years, put an affectionate claw on the back of his younger brother. “No trouble, Lenny, no trouble. We ate right well, we did.” Bruce, who was still having a little trouble focusing, heaved himself to his full height. “You’d a been proud of us Lenny. Used our brains, so we did.” “That we did. Lucky for us one of the passengers was a right bonzo fisherman.” “Magic!” “Had a fish virtually every cast…” “Couldn’t understand why none of them ever ended up on the deck.” Both brothers folded up on the floor, howling with laughter. “Every time he had a fish old Brucie here was waiting up the anchor. It’d slap against the side of the ship and, with a quick snip of the line, we’d have our supper.” “Mind you, Lenny, his language was choice. The water was blue, so to speak.” “You’d expect that really.” “What’s that Lenny? Oh yeah, I suppose you would, so to speak. Yeah right. Good one.” There was a brief scuffle as the two fought to get through the door, but then they were both safely inside. Lenny started to shut the door, but was stopped by a piercing voice from the floor. “You’m okay to leave that door a moment. Oi’ll just be a moment or two with moi things.” “Hey Lenny! Who’s the Sheila?” “A bit on the small side, isn’t she Lenny?” A pair of beady eyes fixed an unwavering stare on the two crayfish. Both of them felt their shells redden, then, sheepishly, they gave a cheesy grin and dipped their heads in apology. “No offence, Sheila.” “Moi name,” replied the little prawn loftily, “is Prunella.” “Where are you going, Prunella? It’s a little late for foraging for food.” “Oi’m not going foraging, Lenny. You don’t think oi’d stay in the same house as the three of you together, do you? Oh dearie me, no I never did! Oi knows, you know, oi knows what you’ll be up to. No, oi reckon I’ll just be on me way and come back when your cousins go home.” And with that she was gone. Lenny waved at her departing form, but she vanished so quickly he doubted that she’d seen. “What I want to know, Lenny, is have you got a set of drums?” He frowned. “Not a thing I’m into, Bruce. Come to think of it, I don’t think you’ll find any in the pool.”
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