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The aggregations of small fish made “erping” sounds of joy. They traveled throughout the Sea telling the aggregates of other fish;
“Let us consolidate. Let us consolidate.”
Three times before the rooster fish crowed;
“Let us consolidate.”
Masses and masses of aggregates of small fish gathered near the large fish.
“How do we consolidate?” they asked.
“How do we avoid the whims of the Sea? How do we avoid Its lack of mercy?”
And the big fishes answered “My mouth is large and my stomach is even larger. I will open my mouth and you can make your home there and within my stomach.”
Thus spoke the larger fishes.
The small fish squeaked and squealed with joy. They were not squeamish at the thoughts of entering the large fish. The turned and squirmed until all squeezed in. It was not long before their joyful noises were squelched. The large fishes’ stomachs squegged and all was quiet except for the sque-teague weakfish. They were too lazy to even conceive or consider consenting to the concept of consolidation.
Making the grand concession they simply emitted an “O my!” “O my!” And on the third “O my!” they were also promptly gobbled up by the larger fishes.
Fred spoke thusly;
“Let me the hell out of here!”
And he flew away, flew away, all the way home.
Once out of the reach of the magnetic pull of Sea he settled down for a full year in his cave.
He knapped contracts with others and cleaned up the cave.
Tomorrow: “On the Beginning of the End”
Because I find your posts at once educational, and also amusing. It’s a great blog and deserves this recognition.
http://pjb1943.wordpress.com/2012/12/20/1318/
Paul
Hi Paul, Thank you so much for the award. It means a lot to me and that is why I hesitate to say the following. I will not be able to follow up and pass it on as I am supposed to. I need to spend all my time managing the four blogs and writing. Please forgive me for this but I find it necessary to bow out.
I think we have a few things in common. I also love the water whether it be river, lake or gulf. I like to fish and write also. I was raised on the banks of the Susquehanna River and attempted to purchase a home on the gulf coast (Port Charlotte). However, health reasons brought me back to upstate NY.
Thank you once more for thinking of me on the awards.
Wally
Thank you Paul. I hope you saw my other comment in which I apologized for not following through.
I did, Wally, and it’s not a problem. Best to you.
Paul