Albatross

There is an Alaskan legend of an albatross that used to rule the skies but was turned into gold by a drunken god. I learnt of its rumoured location one night round a campfire as a rowdy Alaskan, with his trusty plectrum, produced the haunting sounds of “Agadoo”. With horrific gambling debts I needed the money so I hopped in an abandoned bidarkee and arrived at an island. There it was…just out of reach. I removed my shoes laces, fashioned a lasso using an aglet as a stabiliser and hooked that baby. That should keep the mobsters off my back.