Lake Victoria

My parents they did take me when but a child to the shores of Lake Victoria where, after a while, with not much more to do but admire the view, my Mother noticed, patience wearing thin, bubbles rising... yes, you guessed, always causing trouble, I had waded in. “Oh, for heaven's sake, you may want to save your son,” was the comment she did make. “What!” my Father he replied, “Me, jump in the lake?” “Afraid of Nile crocodiles? Mum smiled and queried him. “No, nothing of the sort, it's just that... I can't swim!” Dad sternly did retort. What more can I say, words they fail, other than, “Mother rescued me that day and here am I to tell the tale.”
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