runting Crayfish

Was Just An Old runting Crayfish

etuming to Suva from euni, lawyer Maurice Scott 'presented by a grateful m client with a fat little, n little pig, tidily done up i bag. is vision of the piece de stance at an early Scott ter-table was rather tempered )he knowledge that Fiji Air 's have rules which, sternly rpreted, mean that live ■fc may not be carried on a senger plane. However, yrding to the Maurice Scott id, one can always try any ig once. he airport official, an alert an, showed lively interest in )art of Mr. Scott’s luggage, moved around, and made What is that, sir?” he de eded. , , . he traveller turned his test, cross-examining eye m the man.

That,” he said, sharply, “is rrunting crayfish.”

'he official staggered a little, I stared unbelievingly at the i.

I’m allowed to carry a Cray l, aren’t I?” . T 7 es, sir,” said the official. it Nausori, the lawyer col ted his bags. “What the hell l got there, Maurice?” de rided a less respectful Euro in, looking at the squirming, Isy package dangling from the veller’s left hand.

'This is a grunting crayfish— ite a delicacy in Taveuni,” d Maurice, hurrying off to his r before the airways man could lion and fine him.

But there is always a next n,e. Airways are waiting for m.