Tillie Moyle The storyteller

This is my wonderful pa enjoying a cup of tea and telling me one of his favourite stories. I love the way his mouth twitches from side to side as he remembers his childhood. He was in Grade 6 when the Second World War ended. He and his mate Bobby raced out to go ring the school bell. They rang the bell so hard that the donger fell out, so they jumped on their bikes and rode all the way to the fire brigade. They swung side to side ringing the bell for so long that their arms nearly fell off.