The 'eel'
Whilst in Majorca when i was a kid we were sunning it on the beach one day, suddenly there was some commotion to the right of us. It was coming from a Stream flowing from the mountains down to the beach. Sort of like a Storm drain. A few lads were running up the stream, there was lots of splashing and shouting, like they were chasing something.

We sat back down again and ignored them. Then there was a great Cheer.

We looked over again to see one of the lads holding what looked like a length of Rope in the air. I ran over to get a closer look, by which time the guy was walking over (with loads of Kids and mates in tow) As i approached he had just walked up to the beach bar.

“Hay mate” he shouted to the barman, “how much will you give me for this eel?”

The Barman laughed as he walked over, as the barman got closer his face turned to a shade of horror, he yelped and ran back out of the bar and took shelter on the far side of the bar... he then shouted things in Spanish and pointed at the lad...

An old man on the end of the bar, leathery face with a cigarette in his mouth, spoke in broken English,

" Hehe, the barman no like you, that is no eel, it is how do you say - water snake..."

The young lads face broke, as he looked upon the snake in his hand writhing away mouth opened looking to bite.

He didn’t know what to do with it, if he let go it could get him.

Deadly poisonous don’t you know...
(Dan dan dan They tik urh jerbs!!!, Thu 1 May 2008, 12:16, Reply)