Weary of searching for the Great Blue Gill, I turned my vessel shoreward. Tomorrow would be another day, but first, to a flea market far from the sea.
|(Be sure to read the text on the bottom)|
Amid piles of detritus, I spied a document rich in motivation and humour.
|This is actually a nice 8-point. I imagine somebody's wife was involved|
Its cold, black eyes looked up at me and sent a chill through my spine. This horned creature likely impaled many a man on its vicious spines.
|Did my bags get searched at the airport? You becha!|
At last, a treasure worthy of my attentions and only $5 to boot!