It really was a splendid trout. The more we looked at it, the more we marvelled at it.
It excited George so much that he climbed up on the back of a chair to get a better view of it.
And then the chair slipped, and George held on desperately to the trout-case to save himself, and down it came with a crash, with George and the chair on top of it.
"You haven't injured the fish, haven't you?" I cried.
"I hope not," said George getting up.
