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09:18, 04/07/2009
Freshwater
↑ photograph: West Hythe, Kent, Sept 2006 by Miss K
It was the summer that the shark, some said it was a Great White , others Porbeagle or Bull shark, kept coming up the river. No one could work out why it did, or how it could even survive in the fresh water, but they said the shark seemed to like it more the further upstream it got. The story took on the tenor of a fairy tale. Only a couple of people had seen it, but they said that it was a big one - you might be able to fit a grown man between the dorsal fin and the tip of its tail fin. A few pets went missing that summer. No one took the threat seriously, though. Like I said, the story felt more like a folk tale or a dream in those balmy dog days, and people would still take out their boats, and us kids would continue to play in the Creek.
So there we were, Jimmy and Tubbs and Tom and a couple of other kids and me, and we were throwing the football around in the grassy strip of flat bank by the creek that we liked to play in. As usual, the play got kinda rough, and Jimmy, being the tallest (and heaviest) was coming out on top. I saw him crash into little Tom Skeetes and send him flying into the dust by the old dead tree. Poor kid. He looked like he wanted to cry, but he got up, spitting dirt and carried on. Then I s"
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