The darndest thing

I’d like to dispel an urban myth. Because it’s the truth. And life truly is stranger than fiction.
A news article featured in the rag ‘The Metro’ the other day, has caused me to post.
For those of you who don’t know, The Metro is a free newspaper and available at entrances of the London Underground.
My Brother in Law’s aunt who has a boy aged ten with Downs Syndrome- lets call him Johnny-though I instantly regret this choice of moniker as it will do nothing to serve the authenticity of this story.
His mother, not that long ago decided to treat him for a day out on his birthday. To a zoo. Which zoo is a loss on me, though I do know it’s the kind of zoo where monkeys and other long tailed primates have license to roam. And on your car. As you drive through their turf while the fierce little creatures get wild on your arse, ‘pimpin' your ride’ for free.
Come lunch time the happy family and friends are enjoying a lunch alfresco in the Zoo’s cafeteria.
Johnny understandably has had enough of idle adult chit chat, and like a bright young kid has decided enoughs enough and wants no more of it. He wants to go off and ‘explore’ with his new ruck sack he’s just been given for his birthday.

'Mummy, can I explore.'
'No sorry, we have to keep an eye on you.'
'Please I want to explore.'
'No sorry you can’t.'
'Please, please I want to explore.'
'You can’t I’m sorry we have to look after you.'

After much insistence met with objection back and forth like this, his mother finally relents and says he can go and explore, but not too far, and that he has to be back in an hour.
‘Ok!’ he says. And so off our intrepid little hero goes with said back pack and a keen spirit for adventure.

Imagine then the suprise of his mother and friends, when our young explorer arrives back to greet them one hour later and is completely drenched from head to toe. Soaked.
Understandably all are shocked and concerned.
'Where have you been?' his mother asks.
‘I don’t know’ he replies gazing vacantly into the middle distance.
‘What did you do?' She cries anxiously.
‘I don’t know’ he says blankly back.
‘We’ll have to get him home, he’s drenched!'
And so a lengthy drive home follows, along the motor way and with a very wet kid in the back.
Eventually home and with dripping wet clothes off they stick young Johnny into a warm bath. His mother meanwhile eyes his back pack in a corner and picks it up. Which, like himself is soused, if a bit heavy. ‘What’s he got in here?’ she asks herself. And so she picks up the wet and weighty backpack unzips it and peers in. What’s inside??......
A Penguin.
:))