Lost ( A Tussock Tale)

Joe, the teenage son of Mr and Mrs Bloggs, had been having a wonderful time kayaking in the lake and hadn’t noticed that the wind had got up and the waves had developed whitecaps. By the time he did, things were getting out of hand and “that Northerly” was starting to scream and drive him towards the beach with breakers that were alarmingly scarily large.

For the first ( OK maybe the second) time in his life he was actually scared and struggled to keep the kayak straight and pointed to land.

The wind was shrieking. The waves enormous and through all this he could see a tree. He was going to hit a tree!!!  He hit it, badly and side on and as the kayak tipped he grabbed at the lone branch and clung on for dear life, losing a sneaker to the waves in the process.    
This was bad (The situation…not this story) as his grip was failing. The water was pounding him. He was slipping. How would his faithful dog “Flipper”
… errr hang on a bit was “Flipper” a dog?…No No No…Blipper. His faithful dog Blipper… ever find him?
The next wave (the 7th I believe) took his grip and he slipped bark into the water…………

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Tussock Publishing
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Wanaka N.Z