3 thoughts on “Whalers”

  1. “SOS! Kelp! Kelp! Oh mahi goodness! Roe betide us! What a clamity!”, blubbered the monk in a krill voice. Dabbing his eyes, he carped “Cod bless my shoal, soon those piscean references will be flying.. or falling flat.. each close on the eel of another. Soon we’ll have some awful one-guppy-manship amongst readers.. when will it a-bait, when will it fin-ish?”. Floundering, he cast about for a ray of sympathy from Felox. His angel faced cat, perched nearby breamed back, “Don’t look at me.. I’m squids in”.. after all, he smelt fish.

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