Everything thinks,
We think about fish. I had a rare privileged to understand their points of view.
A spindle:
Whilst fishin at ma beloved ( Yamashita) at the magic stump on the skinny, I was ponderin. My eyes looked to the skys for ansers and clouds were partin and wind was a blowin. I was near fish man anser to all.
The magic stump has power lines over head and some pigen decided to molest my EYE! ..It's ok it dint hurt...just blinded me. Whilst blinded I did a jig around them dumb ole rocks they put in without my permission and slipped around like a fat man in love with McDonalds till I head butted a rock with my name on it.
So I must of rolled into ma beloved and drownt.
Like a Don Knotts dream I was awoken by voices from FISH!..... I was Limpit to say the least. Then the fish talked.
They say we obsess with clothes to go kill them and that we spend a lot of money on TV and seminars and YouTube Facebook and even FishExplorer simply to kill em. Now in this fishcomatosis I didnt know what ta think.......I was clearly a fish out a water. So I said what Wonk would say- um...... we all like the way you folks taste and then thars this whole thingy ma jig associated with fishin...the hills the outterdoors and such. Fudge I dunno. we like killin yer kine...erm um... it's a sport...we make sport of you...it's not all bad we use pepper and lemon and spice and stuff. EVEN flaer!
That ole fish said I was hooked, he mentioned a bunch of stuff blind to my lugs....bunch a fish politics shenanigans. He even said- cant we just get along.
So I layed a heavy guilt trip on him about starvations and economy and how his folk make man survive and without him we would flounder. He said- Wonk you got sam eggs? I said - a huh thar in the box up there why?
He smiled and said- Catch ya later.........I said - me to.
Then Ed the Eskimo pult me out the water and gave me a big ole Eskimo Slap across ma face and said- Wonk you spend way to much time in the Sanolet man...LETS GO FISH!
Big dreams happen in the confines of the fishermans space shuttle ( port a potty) one small step for fish one large step for fisherman worldwide
Ed....what about the rock the drown?.............Wonk! it was me knocking on that head of yours while you were making sweet bread in that thing..that..that Dr.Who capsule you always hang out in every time we fish man geeeesh ! So it wasn't real Edna?
NO MAN NO!
Edna could use some potty training.
-W.
