Bill, Bingo and Bram 7
I only had Dad's account of what happened next, as it was out of sight of the window on to our yard. He was firmly of the opinion that Bill had bitten off more than he could chew, and that Bingo was about to do the same. Dad took up a position of safety, looking over our wall, and saw Bingo preparing to attack. Bill wagged(摇摆) the famous index finger at the dog, "You're not biting me sirree. You come over here and I will just fetch you one." There was some confusion about what happened between Bingo's aggressive lurch toward Bill and Bingo's sudden acquiescence(默许) . Bill later said he thought that the dog caught a glimpse of the stick, and had second thoughts, but my Father didn't agree, and told me so later. "That dog was headed for Bill's leg as sure as eggs is eggs. He'd made his move! Fully committed! " here my Dad raised his eyebrows in appeal and reached for a footballing simile, " Look, it was like a goalkeeper who dives full stretch across a goalmouth(球门) to stop a shot. He can't go backwards, if he misread the ball, he has to watch as it floats in - right?" I had to agree, having seen a succession of Port Vale goalkeepers do exactly that. "Absolutely not. The stick was what made the dog go for him in the first place!" |