It's been very warm around here the last few days. Luckily, we’ve seen more than enough postcards to know that the best thing to do on a hot summer's day, is to spend it at the beach or on a boat while wishing that the recipient of the postcard was there as well.
Unfortunately, we were nowhere near a beach and we didn’t have a boat. We did however know where to find a nice big saucepan that we could all fit into and had it on good authority that it could float (we’ll leave the reasons we knew these things for another story). And so, we loaded it onto our wee little wagon and took it down to the canal that passes near our house, and before long, the HMS saucepan was launched on her maiden voyage. We were having a lovely time for a minute or two, but halfway through minute three we realized that a crowded metal pan in the scorching heat is not the most tranquil place to be, as some postcards might lead you to believe. We all started to fidget and bob about, which almost instantly caused the HMS saucepan to transform itself into an open top submarine, and as we swam to the shore, we all agreed that boating might not be for us.
But it’s not all as bad as it sounds, because the water cooled us down, and as we recovered our shipwrecked saucepan, we came to the realization that it would probably serve us better with water on the inside rather than the other way around. So we loaded it onto our wee little wagon once more, and wheeled it back home where it became known as the HMS swimming pool, until our human beans discovered it last night…which ties in with their story of why the kitchen cupboard had to be fitted with a lock.
PS: This wee story was first shared in the August edition of our patron's newsletter and published a fortnight later in our wee library