I had been running around in circles trying to find any sign of the woman who had stolen my son and was beginning to think how hopeless this situation was becoming, when my ears suddenly picked up a very faint meow. It was Fred calling for me. Using a very special radar that only cats, dogs and a few other animals have, I tuned my antenna to find out where the cry was coming from, whilst silently willing my little boy to keep on calling for me. My prayers were answered when I finally managed to get a directional fix on him and raced off toward the sound, which was now becoming louder and louder as I got nearer and nearer.
Then when I thought I must be right on top of it, a bicycle sped past me being ridden at speed by a woman and in the basket on the front of her bike, with his head sticking out of a plastic bag, was a very frightened looking Fred, meowing at the top of his voice.
Now I had sight of her I took off like a rocket chasing after the speeding bike, which was slowly pulling away from me as she peddled faster and faster. I knew that if she managed to leave me behind, then I would eventually lose her and if that happened, I would also lose my son. Spurred on by the thought that this might be the last time I would ever see him again, I raced after the bike which had just turned the corner. That was when I heard a resounding crash and a scream of anguish. Seconds later I arrived on the scene to find the bike lying on its side with both the handle bars skew-whiff and the wheels spinning like mad. The woman who had been riding the bicycle was still entangled in the wreckage and moaning in pain. Ignoring her, I raced around the front to find the plastic bag still in the front pannier with Fred still inside it and crying loudly. As soon as I freed him from the plastic bag, I turned and was about to leave the scene with Fred close behind me, when I caught site of my friend Walter lying in the road beside the upturned bicycle. He wasn’t moving. Turning to Fred I said, “Wait over there by the side of the road and do not move. If this woman manages to free herself, do anything; but don’t let her pick you up; I won’t be long”.
Cautiously I approached the body of Walter and could see that he was badly hurt; however the good news was, he was still breathing. When he saw me he tried to sit up. Then through a pain-wracked smile, he said, “Is Fred alright”? I looked at him and with tears welling up in my eyes, I asked him what had happened. He said that he was on his way to have a chat with the animals at the circus when this mad woman came racing around the corner with your little boy crying for help inside a plastic bag on the front pannier of her bike. I knew that I didn’t have much time to do anything meaningful and so I just closed my eyes and ran in front of her. She tried to avoid me and in doing so fell off the bike, but unfortunately not before running over me”. Then seeing the look on my face he said, “Don’t worry KK, I will be alright. Remember my owner can afford the vet bills and at least you have got your boy back”.
What a friend and what a hero. He had risked his own life in order to save my son Fred and I knew from that moment, I would forever be in his debt.
Then I got mad, as I thought how this stupid woman had tried to steal my son and in doing so had seriously injured my friend. She was now sitting up and nursing her left ankle and gaining sympathy from a few people who had gathered around to try to help her. Ignoring them, I gave her trapped leg a liberal smelly squirt, then seeing that she also had groceries in the pannier of her bicycle; I coated all of her packages with a seriously strong shot. If I had been able to inflict more humiliation on her I would have done so; however, several people were now on the scene, including one man who was stroking Walter as he began tapping numbers into his mobile phone.
I hurried over to where Fred was waiting. He was still shaking from fear; but the look on his face said everything and I must admit, seeing him like this, scared the hell out of me.
“Come on”, I said, “We need to be getting off home”. I turned to leave just as the man with the mobile phone lifted Walter off the ground and placed him onto the front seat of his car.
