‘I just don’t like the word, never have, not since the bedtime stories about the bubonic plague’, says Freddie as he finishes cutting the hole in the ice and lodges the dynamite into the rising water. Zachary puts a spark to the fuse.

‘Well we’re not going to get ‘caught’ up here so chill’, Zachary smiles as they run from the impending boom of ice and fish.

‘Stop saying it. Use some other word’

Zacahry laughs as the crystals of exploding ice zing by their fur-hooded heads.

‘Use a different word, a more positive one’, continues Freddie as they walk back to their flapping bounty of surprised and mutilated fish.

‘Caught isn’t negative Freddie for Chrissakes’

Freddie stops walking and begins to count on his fingers

‘Caught a cold, caught by the cops, caught a disease, caught in a hurricane, caught red handed, caught in the act, caught in traffic, caught by the cops, oh yeah, lets not forget, caught the clap, caught stealing, caught copying’

‘Caught a fish, that aint negative’ Zacahry responds as he lifts up a flapping trout.

Freddie stops and looks around at the desolation around him. ‘Yeah I’m having a fucking blast here’. Neither smiles at the joke.
Zacahry lights another stick of dynamite. He doesn’t throw it into the now larger ice hole. Freddie starts to run but Zachary trips him so he lands on his face and slides for a while.

“Where you goin Freddie, you left out the best one of all, reckon we should talk about getting caught cheating don’t you?’

Freddie watches as the dynamite fuse races to its ignition.

‘Caught in bed’, Zachary continues as he walks further away from the prone and scrambling Freddie’ Caught in bed with your best mates wife. Now that’s got to be the worst caught of all don’t ye think Freddie?’

Freddie watches in panic as the fuse races.

‘Jesus Zac it was only the once I swear’,
‘Oh Ok, maybe I’ll only does this just the once so.’

Zacahary throws the dynamite into Freddies fur hood.

‘Here, Catch’