Well Pete has just come home from a days fishing and is clearly in a bad mood about something. He's gone down the shed and that's a sure sign that he'd rather be left alone.
He'd gone fishing and taken the boys from the house by the chapel...they seem to be nice lads. Aged about seven or maybe nine, kids grow so fast. I remember when Pete was that age. I asked the lads whether they'd caught anything and they said they hadn't because their dad has shown them how to be careful, but they said Pete caught a big fish called an S.T.D...I think that is text-speak for a Sturgeon. So I guess he should be pleased. I can't think what's upset him.
Anyway, I've given young Billy and Mike some milk and biscuits and sent them home for their tea. They seemed happy enough and said they had enjoyed themselves out with Pete. They'd been feeding the smaller fish that Pete had caught, they said. Nice lads both of them.
Well, I best get some supper I suppose. I wonder where the fish are that Pete caught. He's kind hearted is Pete. So perhaps he gave the fish to Mother Snider. The old lady lives alone now and hasn't been well of late. He likes to help her out when he can. Oh...there's a knock at the door! Who can that be?
Now I know why Pete's a bit upset. That was the boys mother at the door, she came to apologise for her sons behaviour. The two of them had been feeding the fish alright, just as they'd told me. But that's only half the story and truth will out, so they say. Apparently when Pete's back was turned the boys had been feeding the fish alright...they'd been feeding the fish to a couple of passing stray cats!
I'd best make Pete a nice steak pie for his tea instead...he can't resist a good steak pie.