OPAL MINER PROSPECTOR

DRUNK
LEON

On the rear night,when I had some opalto sell, I would take the ankle biter and his sister up to the Grawin Club where we would play darts or pool over a can of coke (I don't drink) with old Jimmy, Ron, Pat and whoever. This night, opal was the main talk as we all moved to one table leaving Leon and his sister at the table for quite a while.. While the in depth opal conversation went on, I noticed a little hand come up over the table edge and slowly dissapear with a bottle, and then a can. I thought that the cans and bottles were empty but not at all. As we left for camp shortly after, I found we had a very drunk 3-year-old to present to his mother. Disaster. Disaster.