My Stories & Journals

Parker sighed as he lay back in his deckchair, his fishing hat on his head and a fishing rod dipped into the water by his side. He was doing a spot of fishing during his and his friends’ stay at the Koan Camping Grounds, and it was nice to fall fast asleep in the warm sunshine whilst looking at the beautiful view of Mt. Fuji in the distance.

Meanwhile, Lady Penelope and I were lying on the sand nearby, doing a spot of cloudgazing. It was just the sort of camping afternoon to do so, and we were both wearing our swimming costumes. “Hey Penelope, that cloud up there looks like a butterfly,” I smiled, gazing up at a cloud with beautiful puffy wings. “I can see that,” said Lady Penelope, “I think that one up there looks like a…swan.” She pointed to a cloud shaped like an elegant swan. “It’s almost as gentle and elegant as me towards you.” she said, “Now, your turn.” “Thanks,” I smiled, trying to keep myself clear over what shapes I could see. Just as I was about to try my best and see what shape I could find, we heard Parker give a whoop of excitement nearby.

He was jumping up and down holding the biggest fish you’ve ever seen. “I did it, m’lady! I caught it! The best whopper you’ve ever seen!” “Wow, congratulations,” I cried. “But how on earth did you catch such a big fish?” “Patience is the key, miss.” smiled Parker.