Another Fine Mess

Well, things just went from bad to worse! As Little Tail tried to pull me in over the side of the boat, the whole thing started to tip over. I slipped out of his paws, and before we knew what was happening, I went back into the water one way, he went the other way, and the boat rolled right over. For a few moments we were both a bit scared, but then we realised that our paws had touched the bottom. Little Tail's daddy is very sensible, and he had only let us go out on a lake that is just a few paw's lengths deep.

We tipped all the water out of the boat (or as much as we could) and then pulled it to the side of the lake. Then we both trudged back to the village to own up to what had happened. Little Tail was rather worried that his father would be very cross - after all he is the Chief and they can be very fierce! But it was all right, and anyway Little Tail's mummy wouldn't let anyone be cross with us - she wrapped us both up in towels to make sure we got warm and dry as soon as possible, and gave us a nice mug of hot chocolate to drink. I was most worried about losing my lovely green wellies, but Little Tail's daddy said that we will most probably be find them in the dry season when the lake's level goes down. Even better - they said that I can borrow some moccasins to wear until then. What a great souvenir from my holiday in Labrador!