William Everett, the Head of the Province’s Fisheries Department was deeply engrossed in reading The Kelowna Sun.
With a scowl on his face William turned his chair in the direction of his assistant, Max Turner,” Has this whole town gone crazy? Have you read Bobby O’Connor’s latest article on Ogopogo?”
“I thought O’Connor was a sports writer,” said Max taking a long sip from his coffee and moving towards his boss by swivelling around his chair. “He used to cover The Kelowna Katfish’s games. I don’t know where he got his information from. Every time I’d go to a Katfish game, I’d look up to the press box and see that Bobby was half in the bag before the end of the first period.”
“I thought that he covered the sport’s beat too, but he seems to recently have changed his portfolio. He now is an expert on lake monsters, notably, Ogopogo.”
“Well, I hope he does a better job with that than he does covering junior hockey. He spends more time writing about the fighting during the Katfish games than he does about the team’s skills and abilities,” Max responded.
“You can’t stick that one on O’Connor. The Kelowna Katfish have neither any skills nor any playing ability. He’s got to write about something,” said The Head of the Fisheries Department.
“But I’ll tell you what O’Connor’s fault is. I can blame him for this article. He’s stirring the whole town up writing about all these alleged encounters with Ogopogo. Can you believe this? He thinks that the bodies that recently washed up on the shore of Lake Okanogan have something to do with Ogopogo. I mean, give me a break. Bodies wash up on the shore every summer. People have boating accidents and they drown. They don’t get eaten by Ogopogo.” said Everett as his face started to redden.
“You’ve got to calm down William. You know what your doctor said about your blood pressure,” said Max with a look of concern on his face.