FISH ART GALLERY: CHAPTER FOUR
"The pot had sunk further until the mud was almost over the lid. Scrambling at the elastic bands with her thin fingers, Mum got them off and pulled off the lid, with a great slurping sound from the mud. In the same gesture, she flung it away wildly. As she isn't great at throwing, it landed smack! near Dad, and splattered our faces with mud.
She had her hand in the pot, as the mud flowed in and over the edges. Out came her hand as the pot disappeared from sight.
...[the Guide] had realized Mum's plan and quick as a flash, had one of our little water bottles in his hand, half full.
....Surely he would never fit. The Fish was far too big to fit through that tiny hole that was the mouth of the bottle.
With another of her deft movements, Mum's hand was over the neck of the bottle, and "There!" she said.
Iis he...how could he fit?" I asked, as they all reassured me and Mum held up the bottle so that I could see Fish, swimming worriedly around in his smaller world." ( p79 and 80)
She had her hand in the pot, as the mud flowed in and over the edges. Out came her hand as the pot disappeared from sight.
...[the Guide] had realized Mum's plan and quick as a flash, had one of our little water bottles in his hand, half full.
....Surely he would never fit. The Fish was far too big to fit through that tiny hole that was the mouth of the bottle.
With another of her deft movements, Mum's hand was over the neck of the bottle, and "There!" she said.
Iis he...how could he fit?" I asked, as they all reassured me and Mum held up the bottle so that I could see Fish, swimming worriedly around in his smaller world." ( p79 and 80)