It had to happen eventually, and apparently today is 'eventually': BallFiend fell in our fish pond. He was playing around at the edge of the pond, then leaning over, then next, a yell, a splash and one wet, frightened three-year-old.
He wasn't hurt and there is a wire-mesh across just below the water level to prevent kids from sinking to the bottom of the pond, so minimal risk of drowning. But he was scared of the goldfish. Luckily Gran was standing close by so she was first on the scene, closely followed by DeepSpice. BallFiend was brought inside and stripped of wet clothes. Unfortunately my recently mopped floors got covered in muddy water in the process.
A cuddle with me and hearing the story about the time DesignerSis fell in a fishpond when she was a baby all helped to cheer BallFiend up.
GrandPaul finished cooking us dinner (hamburgers on the BBQ) and we all sat down to a pleasant meal (including Thumper in DeepSpice's arms, as she had just fed and so needed to be held upright until she had completed her post-feed spewing.
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