Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Grandma Amanda

During a holiday in Florida I had the huge pleasure of meeting manatees. Never having heard of them before, I lingered behind once the man had finished his speech at the rescue centre. Everyone trooped off to look at something else but I hung about until a broad, flat head emerged and “whumphed” at me. This was Grandma Amanda, the oldest of the Manatees and she enlightened me. The man had listed all their strange features but Grandma Amanda explained how it happened, so well that I could see it all in my mind. I closed my eyes and let her deep sonorous voice take me to the scene of the tale.

The Director’s Office.

Thank you for coming to the weekly meeting. (We did agree on “week” didn’t we?) Right. So Pete is everyone here? Now I called this meeting because I have a few questions on…