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“Mum, you know I hate fishing!” I screamed.   I 

was on holiday with my family in Queensland, 

the Gold Coast to be exact.   We were staying in 

an old, rickety, dark house near a river.   “Then 

take the jetboat.   That’ll be safer,” Mum 

suggested.

“Really?!!   The jetboat?!!!” I screamed while 

jumping for joy.

The jetboat is a red and blue jetski with a 

foldback roof.   “You can head out at 6pm 

tonight.”   I ran upstairs and jumped up and 

down on my blue, yellow and white bunk bed.  

“Tonight.   Tonight’s the night,” I thought.

“Farewell honey!   I love you!” my Mum was 

shouting as I left the safe shore.

“I love you too Mum!   Bye!” I shouted.   About 

an hour later I had to light a lantern, scoop 

some water into my drink bottle, cast out a 

fishing net and stop the jetboat to do it all!

At 8.30 it was my bedtime.   I started the 

jetboat up and set off back home.   Feeling 

bored I decided to spice things up a bit.   I 

started to do a few wheelies, spins and circles 

around on the jetboat.   Suddenly the engine 

burst, leaving me bedazzled and guilty!

“Well, there go my chances of getting back 

home,” I complained.   Suddenly the water next 

to me started to bubble.   Cautiously, I peered 

over.   It bubbled some more.   “AAAGGGHHH!!” I 

screamed as a face formed in the water.

“Ooolllaaaaaaaa!” said a dolphin that suddenly 

popped out of the water.

“AAAAGGGGHHH!” I screamed again.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” he said in a voice that 

sounded like Mexican to me.   “Stop screaming!”  

I obeyed him like a puppy.   “Oh my goodness!  

It worked!   It finally worked!!   Sit!” he said.

Once again I obeyed him.   Suddenly he started 

shouting out orders!   Like before, I obeyed.   I 

must admit, I was kind of scared.

“Well, I’m parched!” said the dolphin.   “I’m 

Horatchio.   What’s your name?”.  

Quaking, I replied, “Jack.   My name is Jack.”

“What are you doing out here in the river?” asked 

Horatchio.

“I’m supposed to be fishing but my ride broke 

down.   Aren’t you from Mexico?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

“When you were shouting at me, why did you say 

oh my goodness it worked, it finally worked?” I 

asked Horatchio.

His face slumped.   He frowned.   “Back in 

Mexico, we were so poor nobody, and I mean 

nobody would listen!   It was very annoying,” he 

said.

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