August 20 Shark warnings 'may not be enough'

I dreamt I was Tracey Chapmans cat and we were discussing ways to cut down on the shark related fatalities our community suffered each spring time. My voice sounded French but French like Inspector Clouseau. I favoured lowering signs to the entrance of the harbour saying SHARKS : NO BITING. Each sentence I correctly spoke was rewarded with a chunk of tuna, I think the discussion was little more than language practice. Tracey felt the plan was flawed as we had no way of knowing where the sharks came from and therefore what language they spoke. When I woke up I thought to myself if I really could speak I wouldn't be wasting my time being Tracey Chapmans cat.

But then she bought out the tuna and I forgot all about the dream (till next time ).