Picture this.
Thursday 22 May. Its fairly chilly , the time is just after mornin’ chow time around the camp-fire. The eggs have been ate and the ‘baccie’ has been chewn and spat, and the boys are kickin’ closed the embers and preparin’ the hosses to hit the old trail once again.
The place Reikorangi Valley, more specifically just north of the Steep Ess Ranch near the Chartwell creek. I was standing on the level ground, when I heard a thudding of feet behind me.
Eight feet. I turned.
It was Bennie and Sophie. Trusty Labradors. The boys’ friends.
Why, lookee see – Bennie arrived with an interesting trophy in his jaws. Big smile, but not so big as to drop the trophy, which was firmly clutched between his snow white molars. He dropped it at my feet, and stepped back like a soldier receiving a medal from the Queen.
Good Boy.
I look at it carefully. Perhaps a petrified prehistoric sardine? Perhaps an old-fashioned sea-horse. Perhaps… Hmmm…
Definitely one of Grandma’s trophy driftwood items collected from Otaki Beach. Ooops, the tooth-marks and frayed edge at the tail of this here fish… Not good news for Bennie’s favourite Grandma…
Surely Grandma will forgive her grandson Bennie for this minor misdemeanour? For who on earth cannot do anything other than really love that goofy grin…? I wonder what’s going through his mind…
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