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Howdy all you good folk out there, I am going to tell you a little story that I did not think was that funny, but according to the head man, everyone but me thought so.

The Shag that Shagged me

I was tearing up the water front, doing what intrepid hunters like me do, when I spotted a feathered thing resting on the water.

Immediately I went into my pointer pose, (directly from the manual) back straight, tail out, (well a bit of a tail) right paw lifted, and be dammed if the thing did not disappear right in front of my eyes.

Scanning the water left and right, it all of a sudden appeared 100 metres or so to the right of me, so off I went to the correct spot, broke out my pose again, and bugger me it disappeared again. This repeated another three times and by this time I had a captive audience of bystanders who could hardly stay upright because they where laughing so hard.

I thought 'to hell with this” and the next time the shag appeared I jumped of the rocks, and swam out to where I thought it was, where I only ended up swimming around in circles. Defeated, I headed back to dry land, to chase seagulls. Bring on the ducks I say, they might get up and fly away, but at least they won't be doing submarine disappearing acts.

Here is another one of the big D's unpublished stories from his legacy, I hope you enjoy it. I wanted to retell the one about when the big fella came across a camel in Wharf Street and did not know if he should give it one hump or two, no worries we might leave that one for another time.

Here goes.