Daddy, I’m scared.”
The fishing trip on Loch Ness was not going as planned. A thick fog obscured the millpond-still loch, the silence deafening.
“Don’t worry, Jamie, we’ll soon get to shore.”
David rowed harder, trying to look brave for his son. He gripped the oars more tightly, as the boat suddenly sped up. They spun around in an uncontrollable spiral, caught in a dizzying whirlpool.
The boat jolted suddenly to a halt. Clear blue sky and sunshine showed a magnificent sight… a plesiosaur paddling lazily in front of them.
“We found Nessie!” cried Jamie.
“Well, that’s different!” exclaimed David.