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One Sunday afternoon last winter, by the end of November, I decided to go with a friend of mine, Andrew, for a bike ride. We were planning to go to the neighbouring village to visit grandpa. It was very cold, the wind was pinching our skin and the sun was hidden beind grey clouds. We were cycling along a country lane when we saw some children playing on a frozen pond. They must have been around 14 to 17-years old and they were all skating, taking care not to go too far to the middle of the lake.
Suddenly we heard a shout. To our horror one of the boys, George Silvertone, had fallen thourgh the ice! He had enjoyed doing the skating tricks so much, that he was not attentive and he practiced his abilities a little too far from the pond shore.
We immediately rushed over to help but it was too dangerous to walk across the ice. The boy was yelling, begging for help, trying to stay above the surface of the water. My friend and I ran ro borrow a ladder from a peasant. I put the ladder on the ice and crawled softly on my knees and belly across it towards the boy. Andrew was less agitated now, tears were falling down on his frozen cheeks. I caught hold of his arms and finally managed to pull him out of the icy water. Luckily the boy wasn't hurt , just very frightened.
His parents turned up about ten minutes later. When they saw him in our arms in a wool blanket, while we tried to warm him up, wet and frozen as he was, they were shocked and very angry with him! I felt a bit sorry for the boy. He had certainly learnt a lesson - the hard way!
