The Silver Sands of Morar by Motorhome
Mallaig Harbour
Loch Morar
Two men were fishing from a dinghy on Loch Morar
There was a loud splashing in the water behind them
They turned to see a large creature in the water
With three large humps on its back and a snake like head
It was around thirty feet long with a brown scaly skin
The monster lunged toward the men in the boat
The disturbance of the water caused by the creature
Toppled the two into the bottom of their dinghy
‘Morag’ then slipped back down to the depths below
The two men soon regained their composure;
‘Josie, whit the heck wis that, wis it ane o’ thae Polaris submarines, Josie?’
‘Aw, Francie, This isnae the time for me tae be gein’ ye anither ane o’ yer prehistoric history lessons
An’ any way, submarines don’t go, ‘Grr.’
‘Did it go, ‘Grr,’ Josie?’
‘Sure, it went, ‘Grr,’ Francie, that’s whit big scary monsters dae, they go, ‘Grr.’
Just pick up a blinkin’ paddle and let’s skeedaddle aff this Loch before the damn thing comes back
We’ll have a couple o’ haufs o’ whisky back a the Motorhome, tae settle us doon.’
‘Sure, Josie, sure, Josie.’
The Silver Sands of Morar
Perhaps you would enjoy reading the adventures of Francie and Josie.
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