once upon a time there was a boy named david. he was born in the city of david in the province of davithy, with nothing more than a cloth for his loin and drunk for a mother. david grew up tall and he grew up right. he did all the things a young boy with a loin cloth should do: forage for berries, teach woodshop, and fry up a fish or two for supper.
and it came to pass that david soon found himself dissatisfied with his mundane life of foraging and frying. it was time he set off for the big city. and so it was, that on the thirteenth day of the eighteenth month of his twenty-seventh year, david arrived in the City of Hope and Dreams. when david arrived, he was stunned. the city was so much larger than he had imagined. As he gazed upon his new home, he could hear his mother's heedings running through his mind: "Son, you've got bigger fish to fry."
It was all so suddenly clear.There were, indeed, bigger fish to be had. There were carp, bass, perch, and even a few killer whales. This was david's day of reckoning. so he set about his course - making his way slowly towards the ocean. He jumped in, knuckles to the ground, and found himself the largest fish anyone had ever seen.
And david wouldn't let go of that fish for anything in the world.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
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Then the fish died. So he ate it and moved to Redding where he died a sad lonely bitter death.
tragic.
I doubt that anyone came to a big city in only a loin cloth... Hardly tastful attire for a trip to the city of Hope and Dreams.
And, really, I hope he used that big fish to cover himself up while he was holding it.
i loved "the eighteenth month of his twenty-seventy year"
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