
Photo: Crispina Kemp
It was going to take some training, but he was going to have his crew ready in time for the summer. Earlier, if the weather decided to cooperate.
Sure, there were issues of sea-worthiness in both prospective staff and designated vehicle, but he’d made up his mind and would not be blown off course. There were rivers to cross, lakes to traverse, seafaring and fishing to consider.
To be on the safe side, he collected piles of floaters. Not the glass “witch balls” his grandfather had left in the attic, but the highly visible red plastic ones.
“This way if you drown,” he told the kids, “it’ll ensure the Coastguard can find you before the toothy fish do.”
“After such an introduction,” his wife noted, knitting needles clicking in time with her rocking chair, “what did you expect? Of course they chose to train with Cousin Bob, the bush pilot.”
For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
This was so much fun!
… safe from the toothy fish? I think not!
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Better with Bob… ๐
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Unless of course Bob starts talking about his own critters or mountains or whatnot getting in the way…
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Ha! Yeah, oh “if the engine fails, curl up in a ball so you won’t be a total pancake” (actual ‘advice’ a friend of mine got during basic training for being a parachute trooper, or whatever that was called where he was).
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Right! So… I dunno… ๐
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Maybe stay home and learn to knit?
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Uh huh… ๐
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๐ Yeah!
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So, the family are gonna be bobbing about in a boat with bob, and the buoys will keep the boys safe from the snarky sharks. I like it.
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Ha! Or maybe he can aim the boat to be right underneath Bob, so if the airplane fails, he can fish them all out of the water … ๐ (love your alliteration!)
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It called for the bees!
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Be Better! Be like Bob!
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You’re got it ๐
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๐
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