Found. But more like harpooned. A big fish in the murky depths. By this old dude. He invited me into his hut for a breakfast sandwhich. Then he threw a spear into an icy hole and asked me to pull on the rope attached. He suggested we take the creature home and cut him up into steaks. How can one object to a man who needs a four-pronged stick to get around?
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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Is this Grandpa's fish? The blood on the ice is a nice touch -- good contrast with the whiteness. On another note, I think "The Whiteness" would make a good nickname for someone uncool, uncoordinated, and un-pigmented.
ReplyDeleteYes, gramps chucked a heavy spear and it stuck nicely. "The Whiteness" is a superb name and will be used frequently in future blogs. You are a scholar and a gentleman. Ok, maybe not a gentleman.
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