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Ursa Caught a Fish
It lay in his arms, relaxed. Silver scales went from tip to tail. A scale stuck to Ursa’s shoulder, and another to his wrist. Its gills were soft and pink. It was a salmon. Ursa walked up the shore to a beach party. He showed the fish to men and boys, who cringed and shied away. They drank blood out of beer cups. “That’s disgusting,” someone said. “How’d you snag that ugly thing?” The salmon said, “He didn’t. No hook. I bit line and held on. I waited a long time, too.” “You get a monster like that, you have to cut off its head,” someone said. “You want a beer?” someone said. The men and boys shouted and laughed, and ate something fried in a pan. “No thank you. I guess I’ll go cut off its head, heh heh,” Ursa said. “I’ll just ask it what it wants first, ha ha.” Ursa Caught a Fish
It lay in ver arms, relaxed. Silver scales went from tip to tail. A scale stuck to Ursa’s shoulder, and another to ver wrist. Its gills were soft and pink. It was a salmon. Ursa walked up the shore to a beach party. Ve showed the fish to men and boys, who cringed and shied away. They drank blood out of beer cups. “That’s disgusting,” someone said. “How’d you snag that ugly thing?” The salmon said, “Ve didn’t. No hook. I bit line and held on. I waited a long time, too.” “You get a monster like that, you have to cut off its head,” someone said. “You want a beer?” someone said. The men and boys shouted and laughed, and ate something fried in a pan. “No thank you. I guess I’ll go cut off its head, heh heh,” Ursa said. “I’ll just ask it what it wants first, ha ha.” |
Ursa Caught a Fish
It lay in her arms, relaxed. Silver scales went from tip to tail. A scale stuck to Ursa’s shoulder, and another to her wrist. Its gills were soft and pink. It was a salmon. Ursa walked up the shore to a beach party. She showed the fish to men and boys, who cringed and shied away. They drank blood out of beer cups. “That’s disgusting,” someone said. “How’d you snag that ugly thing?” The salmon said, “She didn’t. No hook. I bit line and held on. I waited a long time, too.” “You get a monster like that, you have to cut off its head,” someone said. “You want a beer?” someone said. The men and boys shouted and laughed, and ate something fried in a pan. “No thank you. I guess I’ll go cut off its head, heh heh,” Ursa said. “I’ll just ask it what it wants first, ha ha.”  COLORING PAGE
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posted 18 January 2013
