[... day... in the life...?]
[On the end of the dock is a caped young man, fishing with a fishing rod retrieved from the canoe hut. He has a piece of unidentified flesh on the end of the hook, which is being used for bait. He is chewing on a long bone that looks like a rib and staring off into space while waiting for something to take his bait.
He is fishing for mermaids.
Every so often he catches one, and the resulting shark-like feeding frenzy is not a pretty picture. But hey, looking at it positively, he seems to find them pretty tasty.]
He is fishing for mermaids.
Every so often he catches one, and the resulting shark-like feeding frenzy is not a pretty picture. But hey, looking at it positively, he seems to find them pretty tasty.]