FILLPOTT FISH SEEKS ADVENTURE

Press, Volume LXXIV, Issue 22337, 26 February 1938, Page 4 (Supplement)

FILLPOTT FISH SEEKS ADVENTURE

A very young adventurous fish lived in Creekville. When he was only six months old he said adventure was in his bones. He could not rest in poor, quiet Creekville, and so one day it was announced in the "Creekville Chatters" that Master. Fillpott Fish had set out for Riverville. The king lived in Riverville, and it was he whom Fillpott wished to see. It was many, many miles from Creekville to Riverville, and poor Fillpott had what he craved for—adventure. He had, I am sorry to say, too much of it.

First of all, he met a huge trout, who would have eaten him all up, had he not swam quickly into some water weed and lay hidden there, shaking, until the trout went past. He was just emerging from this water weed when—oh, what was that? A green thing with black spots, and he looked hungry, too! Fillpott thought he had better go back to the water weed, but where was it? There it was, being carried down by the current. Oh, what would he do? Ah, there was another piece of water weed where he could find refuge Well, that was safely over, and he supposed he could start on his journey again. Next, he happened to be swimming up stream, when he heard a very loud noise, arid the further he swam the louder the noise became. Suddenly he swam into a mass of white bubbles, which he discovered later to be water rushing down a waterfall. This frightened poor Fillpott for the time being, but he soon got over it, and very soon saw an extremely big water weed, which always told travellers that they were nearing Riverville. Safely arrived at his destination the first thing he wanted was to see King Oscar. Now, Fillpott intended asking the king if he would make him a courtier In his palace. He timidly rang the bell at the 1

palace door, and a butler opened it

"Please," he said, in a very shakyvoice, "may I see his majesty King Oscar?"

"Will you come this way, please?" said the butler.

Fillpott followed the butler, and was led into a dark room where the king sat. "Well," said the king in a fierce voice, "what do you want?" "Please, your majesty, will you make me a courtier in this palace?"

"Ha, ha, ha," laughed the king, "you, a courtier. Why, you're only a mere child! Ha, ha, ha!" So poor Fillpott had to start on the journey home, and it was a very sad little fish that crept into his bed at Creekville.

Now, if any young fish thinks of going to see the king, Fillpot Fish, Esq., always dissuades him. —'MATE HEATHER BRAE, Ashburton. TWISTERS Read the following aloud, repeating the shorter sentences a few times in succession:— Six thick thistle sticks. Flesh of freshly fried flying-fish. The sea ceaseth and it sumceth us, ■ *?"•«. I —MADGE TAYLOR, ..„ I! Xe Pirita. .