Please excuse Jack wearing his trainers to class, only he lost his school shoe in the river.
It were like this Miss Grimble…
Me and the Nipper, we’re feeding the ducks when the Little Blighter leans too far. Seizing his coat tails sharpish, we splash as one into the churning waters.
Plunging down down , almost to a double funeral, I grasp the foot of a passing swan. Spluttering and crying, we’re swept downstream.
Slowing down at the meander, the Nipper grabs a branch.
Muddy, soaked and shivering, we’ve almost clambered out when a mighty trout swallows my leg whole. Shaking and cavorting, I pull free but sacrifice the shoe.
So that’s the shoe Jack, and English composition homework?
As a primary school teacher I received many interesting notes from parents. This one, about the lost shoe in the river, is real. My local river (the River Wandle, a tributary of the London Thames) is fast flowing but shallow in most parts; no children were harmed in the course of this story.
Many thanks to our esteemed Friday Fiction host, Rochelle and to Ted Strutz for the photo.
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