Embarassing Fish

It was late October, when the salmon were spawning, and on this particuler saturday morning, everyone in Westbank was getting ready for the most wierd day of thier life. The only thing was was that they didn't know it would be wierd. They thought it would be a very historic day that would probably never come again. This was a special day because the prime minister Steven Harper was passing through town. He was going to pass through the gellatly bay area and leave Westbank passing the Powers Creek.

The area was festive. All the way down the road the PM would ride there was a continuous line of people dressed in all of the colors of the rainbow. There were no potholes, speedbumps, or ruts along his path. He would have a smooth ride all the way. All of a sudden a bike rider came cycleing speedily up the road. He gave the shout,

"Steven Harper is coming! Steven Haper is coming!" Everyone stood straighter and taller and waited. He arrived. With a rousing of cheers and the throwing of roses and the police escorts, he arrived. Everyone whooped and hollered and sang and once he passed they fell in line behind him, walking on the road.

They followed along until they came up next to the Powers Creek where they gathered to wait to here the PM's speech. He was just about to start saying how thankful he was and what a good town we were and Bla, Bla, Bla, when all of a sudden salmon started falling from the sky.

The bodygaurds quickly wisked Steven Harper into the limo and drove away without a word. Anything that was out of the ordinary could be dangerous to the PM. This was what they were trained to do and this is what they did.

Everyone was embarrased and hung their heads in shame. But nobody was as embarresed as Ringo . . .

TO BE CONTINUED