Red Handed

A week or so ago I caught a certain young man dropping pebbles into my nice clean pond. I threatened to suspend him by his ankles and dunk him into the pond to get the pebbles out if he carried on. He carried on. His mother helped so he wound up with a big sulk. (He didn’t actually get wet).

Today I had to remind Ollie of what happens if he drops pebbles into the pond. You would think he might remember.

He denied everything . . . (I wonder what he is actually doing in the photo then?)

I have a feeling that his cousin Jessica may have had a little influence here . . .