Cast asea in a raging storm Puce floundered about until he pawed upon a piece of drift. He rolled over on his back and promptly fell asleep, exhausted from the ordeal which had just transpired.
The glare from the sun as it bounced along the wave tops was mesmerizing and if it hadn’t been for the incredible amount of cotton in his mouth and the rumbling grumble emitting from his stomach region, Puce would have been lulled into a very lucid stupor. As it was the hallucinating was beginning.
“Move along wou’d ya, I’m tryin to get a tan h’re and yo blockin mye Sun!”
This was the third time a Salmon Fish Shape had jumped out of the sea. Which wasn’t all that odd considering the vast amount of ocean about, it was just that it was yelling something.
“Hey, I’m talkin to yoo, yeah yoo,” this time it was defiantly the Fish.
“Oh Dude you got to be kidding,” was all Puce could mutter. “My head is sogged and now there’s a talking Fish with a bad Chicago Accent yelling at me.”
“Waddya say?”
“Quit yelling and stop jumping all over and just ..oh my head.”
Having gotten the attention of the Floating Bear, the Fish stopped jumping and popped its head up out of the water. ‘ I said. Move along I was here first.”
“I’m on my way, “ replied Puce. “First though, how high can you jump?”
“Oh I can jump Really High, “ the Fish said with pride, for he had won many Jumping Titles.
Something started lurking in the corner of Puce’s mind. “Yeah, sure.”
“No, I can really Jump,” persisted the Fish.
“Please,” Puce snidely snided. At this point that which had been lurking showed its face. “ Like you could jump over this board. No, way.”
“I could if I wanted to.”
“No you can’t.”
“Yes I can, I’ll do it now!”
At which point the Fish jump up out of the water and over the board
…SPLAT
MUNCH …munch…munch
…
“You actually slapped the Fish out of the air and ate it? Raw?” shuddered Jery.
“How vulgar, “ added Pugh with a snort.
“I’d been out on the piece of drift for daze, “ Puce stated in his defense. “I snapped ..I went …Wild!”
“Yeah what ever, you still ate raw fish, “ Jery reminded everyone.
“Yeah. Oh hey, is there any more of that sashimi?”
“No, but here’s some Pickled Herring.”
Cast asea in a raging storm Puce floundered about until he pawed upon a piece of drift. He rolled over on his back and promptly fell asleep, exhausted from the ordeal which had just transpired.
The glare from the sun as it bounced along the wave tops was mesmerizing and if it hadn’t been for the incredible amount of cotton in his mouth and the rumbling grumble emitting from his stomach region, Puce would have been lulled into a very lucid stupor. As it was the hallucinating was beginning.
“Move along wou’d ya, I’m tryin to get a tan h’re and yo blockin mye Sun!”
This was the third time a Salmon Fish Shape had jumped out of the sea. Which wasn’t all that odd considering the vast amount of ocean about, it was just that it was yelling something.
“Hey, I’m talkin to yoo, yeah yoo,” this time it was defiantly the Fish.
“Oh Dude you got to be kidding,” was all Puce could mutter. “My head is sogged and now there’s a talking Fish with a bad Chicago Accent yelling at me.”
“Waddya say?”
“Quit yelling and stop jumping all over and just ..oh my head.”
Having gotten the attention of the Floating Bear, the Fish stopped jumping and popped its head up out of the water. ‘ I said. Move along I was here first.”
“I’m on my way, “ replied Puce. “First though, how high can you jump?”
“Oh I can jump Really High, “ the Fish said with pride, for he had won many Jumping Titles.
Something started lurking in the corner of Puce’s mind. “Yeah, sure.”
“No, I can really Jump,” persisted the Fish.
“Please,” Puce snidely snided. At this point that which had been lurking showed its face. “ Like you could jump over this board. No, way.”
“I could if I wanted to.”
“No you can’t.”
“Yes I can, I’ll do it now!”
At which point the Fish jump up out of the water and over the board
…SPLAT
MUNCH …munch…munch
…
“You actually slapped the Fish out of the air and ate it? …Raw?” shuddered Jery, vividly.
“How vulgar, “ added Pugh with a flaring snort.
“I’d been out on the piece of drift for daze, “ Puce stated in his defense. “I snapped ..I went …Wild!”
“Yeah what ever, you still ate raw fish, “ Jery reminded everyone.
“Yeah. Oh hey, is there any more of that sashimi?”
“No, but here’s some Pickled Herring.”
