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SI LLEWELLYN
THE
PETTING
ZOO
I t was a b almy summer’s n i gh t a s I s a t wi t h a c u p of Yo rks h i re ’ s
f i nest under my tatty little b ro l ly, l i s te n i n g to c a rp ro l l i n th e
m oonlight . The inky black wave s l ap p ed u n d e r t h e ro d t i p s ,
a n d everything seemed ri gh t i n t h e wo rl d! T h e te n s io n wa s
p a lpable; surely a bite was i mm i n e n t? A s I wa s s o a ki n g u p t h a t
a t mosphere that only bein g by a la ke i n d a rk n e s s c an o f fe r, my
eyes were distracted by a g ro u p o f exe cu t ive mo to r s t ru n d l i n g
d own the roadside opp osi te me . N ow I’ m t a lk i n g m ayb e te n o r
1 2 BMWs, Mercedes, Range Rove r s , e tc – a hi gh ly u n u s u al ty p e
o f car for the lake, given t ha t a t t he t i me , I h a d a M i n i w i t h a
p i nk undercoat showing th ro u gh , a n d so me o f t h e l a ds h a d to
re ly on lifts or the good old B M X to g et to t he l a ke ! S a fe to s ay
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