“Dad, can you pull your trousers up?”
It’s my daughter who’s worried about 3 miles of trouser legs extending beyond my feet and lying on the floor in front of me like a murky river of rugged grey fabric.
My trousers are pulled up. In fact, the waistband is somewhere near my chin but the trouser legs are still way too long. I’m no tall Dutchie; you can tell from my company trousers from Dieren Ambulance Nederrijn (Animal Ambulance) which have at least 6 inches of turn-ups. Years ago, my mother would have told me I’d grow into them. Not any more. Well, maybe the waistband will get tighter.
But yes! I’ve joined the animal ambulance as an animal rescuer!
Animal Rescuer! It seems pretentious to call myself an “animal rescuer” because rescuing animals is certainly a team effort. But it’s my official title and I feel like an imposter because the real rescuers are the amazing people who see animals in distress and phone the animal ambulance. The animal ambulance transports these creatures in need (to be clear, the animals and not the humans on the other end of the phone) and brings them to rescue centres and vets who nurture them back to health and return them to their owners or release them back into the wild.
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Paul
