One day at the beach,
sitting on the sand,
and watching the surf
come in and go out,
I saw a fish emerge
from the ocean.
***
It flopped a bit,
seeming to catch its
bearings, then stood
upright and began
walking toward me!
***
It came within a foot or so —
then the fish, so says, says
he to me,
“Aye, m’boy, how mad is this?”
***
But before I could answer,
the fish flicked its tail,
sending bits of sand into
my eyes.
***
“Hey!” says I, squinting
through the sand.
***
A second later, and
the fish was headed
back to the surf.
***
He made good speed, too —
you can lay to that!
And all this, mind you,
despite the lack of
pedal extremities.
***
He needn’t have bothered,
though. The fish had
nothing to fear from me.
***
I wasn’t mad.
Just disappointed.
***
For it wasn’t evolution
I was witness to —
***
just some
dumb
fish
gag
.
2.
despite how it may appear our founder is not strangling this dog
t r e f o l o g y 
Good thing it was a ‘he’. Were that not the case methinks you’d have to have avert your gaze (or not, as the case mightb be)!
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Funny, my intention had been to avoid giving the fish a sex, & yet, I did anyway. Thanks for ruining everything!
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Crumbs. I rather bolloxed it then? Humble aplologies. I did get to wondering if the females of the species could multi-task. A passing, yet perhaps pertinent thought, all things considered.
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Your fish story really hooked me!
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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Lucky that fish didn’t bring
a beach towel.
Otherwise it probably would’ve
given it a good sandy shake,
right in your face.
I blame his school. Fish parents
these days are not very hands on.
“No time”, they say. And no hands ✋.
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Hah!
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