Based on the news item below that Fliss found during the week...
A log floated silently upstream as John watched on that misty morning in October.
“UP-stream”?
Curious he walked along the towpath. It moved at the speed of the waterflow - but wrong direction!
A happy splash of an early-morning Labrador made him look up.
“Sherlock, here boy!”
The owner was scanning the river frantically. The dog had disappeared, but now there was frenzied splashing. The dog, on the end of a snout, appeared briefly.
“SHERLOCK!” The man was screaming at the now-silent river.
Shivering, John gazed at the water. “So, it’s true. There is a crocodile in the River Thames.”
A log floated silently upstream as John watched on that misty morning in October.
“UP-stream”?
Curious he walked along the towpath. It moved at the speed of the waterflow - but wrong direction!
A happy splash of an early-morning Labrador made him look up.
“Sherlock, here boy!”
The owner was scanning the river frantically. The dog had disappeared, but now there was frenzied splashing. The dog, on the end of a snout, appeared briefly.
“SHERLOCK!” The man was screaming at the now-silent river.
Shivering, John gazed at the water. “So, it’s true. There is a crocodile in the River Thames.”
“UP-stream”?
Curious he walked along the towpath. It moved at the speed of the waterflow - but wrong direction!
A happy splash of an early-morning Labrador made him look up.
“Sherlock, here boy!”
The owner was scanning the river frantically. The dog had disappeared, but now there was frenzied splashing. The dog, on the end of a snout, appeared briefly.
“SHERLOCK!” The man was screaming at the now-silent river.
Shivering, John gazed at the water. “So, it’s true. There is a crocodile in the River Thames.”
A log floated silently upstream as John watched on that misty morning in October.
“UP-stream”?
Curious he walked along the towpath. It moved at the speed of the waterflow - but wrong direction!
A happy splash of an early-morning Labrador made him look up.
“Sherlock, here boy!”
The owner was scanning the river frantically. The dog had disappeared, but now there was frenzied splashing. The dog, on the end of a snout, appeared briefly.
“SHERLOCK!” The man was screaming at the now-silent river.
Shivering, John gazed at the water. “So, it’s true. There is a crocodile in the River Thames.”
Image courtesy of the Mirror
