Early one summers
morning, after a very warm night, I took my usual patrol around
my territory.
All seemed to be in
order until I reached the infamous pond, the subject of some of
my previous tales.
On approaching the
water I noticed this large golden shape wallowing on the surface.
I didn't quite know
what to make of this intruder and showed my disapproval with a
great deal of growling.
Being such an early
hour, 5.30 am, the lady of the house came dashing down to 'shut
me up', but on seeing the object of my annoyance she immediately
dashed back into the house to wake up the boss.
Bleary eyed, he emerged
to administer what turned out to be 'artificial respiration' -
big words these people use.
It turned out that
one of the large Orfe was suffering the late stages of oxygen
starvation, and but for my intervention would surely have gone
to the big aquarium in the sky.
After half an hour
of careful attention the fish recovered and made his way to the
safety of the weeds.
So I was the hero
of the day, having saved the old fish in the nick of time.
