'Come in the swan with me Malcolm, pleaded Tom.
'Let's take that swan, over there in lake, for a nice little spin'.
Malcolm felt uneasy but was still prepared to share more magic moments with Tom.
Tom was already searching for vouchers in his little red purse. He handed them to Malcolm and then began to pick his nose. He wasn't able to stop himself doing things which readily entered his thoughts; he wasn't harming anyone was he.
He began to sing as he shuffled from one foot to the other....just wanting the swan in the lake pedal over to him. He started to sing; solo swan song. 'Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket....save it for a rainy day. Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket...never let it fade away. Tom's mum used to sing that every Sunday; she'd have Tom sitting beneath the naked bulb in her scullery.....her one intent was to catch nits. If she got one, or better still, spotted a clump of eggs closer to his ears then she'd shout out 'you little buggers'.
Tom didn't think his mum should have said those words...not when she'd played the church organ only a couple of hours before. But then; wasn't it alright as long as you said sorry to god. After all, the young couple, who had the bedroom next door to him when he'd lived in the previous home. He remembered how they were always shouting out 'Oh, my god, but that was always at night when the mattress on their bed made such great big sounds.
Tom hadn't much liked that home; even though it was shiny clean. He especially knew how much time had been spent cleaning the best room at the front of the house. The best room where guests were taken but definitely not one that they were supposed to use.
The pleasant owner had once told a young girl with special needs 'Put a smile on your face darling, I want the world to know how happy you are here with me. Tess smiled, even though her tummy ached and felt a bit dizzy to.
'Flipping heck, flipping heck, shouted Tom, then he pointed at Malcolm who had just farted then looked the other way.
Poor Malcolm couldn't quite was wrong regarding the direction their swan seemed to be going. Whilst the other swans were exploring and extending their journeys Tom and Malcolm's swan was going around in a tiny circle.
'Peggle, shouted Tom, peggle harder'
I'm peddaling as hard as I can....there isn't anymore that I can do.
Never had poor Malcolm felt so ridiculous as he sat in the swan which wasn't moving away from its neat circles.
It must have been about this time that the penny dropped with two young men who realised what the difficulty was. Their rescuers paddled out in a canoe; one spoke with a loud-speaker instructing when the rudder was touching the lake. Apparently it was all to do with an imbalance. Tom would speak a lot about that day; a day that Malcolm would prefer to forget