Brahn boots

Susie walks on to her allotment in her new yellow boots.

A stream runs underground under the allotments. It had been raining.

She sinks into the mire up to her thighs.

Shouts ‘Help, I cannot move.’

Others hear her, phone the emergency services.

The yellow helicopter takes of from Cambridge airport, comes, hovers above her.

Down comes a guy on a winch and puts a harness round her then helps her as the winch sucks her out - less boots.

“I’ve lost my nice yellow boots.”

“Whoever heard of yellow boots on an allotment, should have been brown,” her rescuer says.