The other day I’d been milking Whelks off the coast of one of the islands and as it was a very windy day, I decided to try and find some shelter to have my lunch in. I clambered over some rocks and to my sheer delight, I found a sea cave. Crawling in I soon found a ledge to sit down on and eat my Rumple Sandwiches and after lunch I nodded off in the dark cave.
When I woke I peered around the cave and my eyes rested on something in the inky blackness of the cave. Shuffling along the ledge I could just make out what appeared to be a few cloth bags. Inspecting them I found They were far too heavy for me to lift so I carefully untied one of the bags and pushed it over spilling its contents onto the cave floor. Well, as you can imagine, my eyes lit up and my heart started racing. Sparkling beneath my feet were hundreds of round yellow metal discs with pictures of a mans face on one side and a funny device on the other. I looked up and to my astonishment these bags went on and on, stacked on top of each other, disappearing towards the back of the cave.
I rubbed my eyes and then my hands together and whistled a little tune as I set about emptying all the bags out onto the floor of the cave I folded up some of the bags into neat piles and then I stuffed these into some of the larger bags. Then I loaded my little boat full to bursting, I was beaming from ear to ear and I knew Gullweena would be very pleased as well. I sailed off with my booty but I couldn’t help feeling more than a little guilty, after all I’d left such a mess on the cave floor all of those yellow metal discs strewn about so untidily. Still not to get downhearted, I’d had a very lucky day. I’d found hundreds if not thousands of indispensable cloth bags. Things were very definitely looking up.
