Mum, Dad, The Boy, Grandad and S went to Lydiard Park for a nice walk. The sunshine was beaming in Swindon as well as Cornwall. Everyone enjoyed their walk and chatted away, watching The Boy practising his football skills with his new football from D.....
Until it landed in the lake!!!
The family spent a long time trying to find ways to reach the ball, which had drifted out into deeper parts. There were no long sticks for poking and the ball kept moving out and out and away. Mum went and spoke to a groundsman but he said he wasn't allowed to help them. He suggested that the ball may eventually hit the current of the lake and flow down to the end. It was a very long lake and the ball didn't seem to be going anywhere. Suddenly, it moved and The Family all willed it to come closer, but no...it got stuck in the reeds and wouldn't budge again.
Mum looked at The Boy. He was crestfallen. So Mum took off her shoes and waded out...right up to her middle! The bottom of the lake was not very nice. It was squidgy and didn't feel very nice between her toes. But the ball was in sight and Mum reached out and got it! She turned around and waded back to the banks of the lake.
Mum was soaked but The Boy was made up. He got a firm warning never to play with it near water again!
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