A guinea pig was given oxygen treatment after a fire in Lancaster.
Two fire engines were called out to a property in Whitbarrow Square at 12.29am on Tuesday.
A spokesman from Lancashire Fire and Rescue Service said: "Firefighters used two breathing apparatus and one hose reel to extinguish the fire and make the scene safe.
"Oxygen therapy was administered to a guinea pig."
(Lancaster Guardian, April 2019)
Two fire engines were called out to a property in Whitbarrow Square at 12.29am on Tuesday.
A spokesman from Lancashire Fire and Rescue Service said: "Firefighters used two breathing apparatus and one hose reel to extinguish the fire and make the scene safe.
"Oxygen therapy was administered to a guinea pig."
(Lancaster Guardian, April 2019)
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Gail the guinea pig nearly choked on the newspaper she was nibbling. Spitting it out she called to her companion who was dozing in the corner of their hutch.
‘Gary! You won’t believe this!’
Gary opened one eye, and then the other. Sighing, he asked,
‘What now, Gail?’
‘Come over here, come and look!’
Wearily he shuffled across the sawdust and shredded paper to join Gail by a largish scrap of newspaper. She tapped it with her paw.
‘Just came across this. Read what it says.’
Gary scanned the article, muttering the occasional word aloud. ‘Guinea pig…oxygen…fire…therapy.’ Finishing the article he looked quizzically at her. ‘It seems fair enough to me, Gail. I know they say journalists twist things but this is all very factual. You were given oxygen therapy for the smoke inhalation. I was very concerned. The rest all seems accurate: time, place and so on.’
Gail blinked several times and quivered all over.
‘What seems to have escaped you, Gary, is that although the facts they’ve included are perfectly accurate, they’ve missed out a vital piece of information.’
Gary looked again at the article, then back at Gail. ‘What’s that?’
Nodding toward the tiny uniform hanging up on the wall, she squeaked, ‘They could have mentioned I was one of the bloody firefighters!’
Gary opened one eye, and then the other. Sighing, he asked,
‘What now, Gail?’
‘Come over here, come and look!’
Wearily he shuffled across the sawdust and shredded paper to join Gail by a largish scrap of newspaper. She tapped it with her paw.
‘Just came across this. Read what it says.’
Gary scanned the article, muttering the occasional word aloud. ‘Guinea pig…oxygen…fire…therapy.’ Finishing the article he looked quizzically at her. ‘It seems fair enough to me, Gail. I know they say journalists twist things but this is all very factual. You were given oxygen therapy for the smoke inhalation. I was very concerned. The rest all seems accurate: time, place and so on.’
Gail blinked several times and quivered all over.
‘What seems to have escaped you, Gary, is that although the facts they’ve included are perfectly accurate, they’ve missed out a vital piece of information.’
Gary looked again at the article, then back at Gail. ‘What’s that?’
Nodding toward the tiny uniform hanging up on the wall, she squeaked, ‘They could have mentioned I was one of the bloody firefighters!’
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