Friday, July 2, 2010
Before I prepare for the holiday weekend I have to digress a bit and tell you a fish story. Since I am one who enjoys fishing this tale took me awhile to realize as truth. In fact, I have put off writing this post because I knew proof would be required, I have proof. So what is the fish story?
Anyway, back to the fish story. As we sat there in front of the pond discussing past memories of feeding the ducks as children and all the antics my elders endured, I had a flash back of another creature we use to feed.
“Mom, do you remember all the gold fish that use to be here?” “Yes,” she said, “we use to pull up and a huge orange streak in the water would appear, wonder what happen to them?” As we both sat there wondering what had happened to those fish, something caught my eye.
I turned my head to investigate what had caught my eye and there it was. There was a huge orange mass swimming just under the water. Lord, how mercy, no way that is a single gold fish, is it? I jumped out of the car and ran over to the duck pond for a closer inspection.
Now, I know you will think this an exaggeration but it is not. On that visit I did not have a camera and thus the fish story. You will just have to take my word for it but the cute little gold fish we had fed as children had grown into 3-foot long ugly monsters.
This week we returned to the cemetery in hopes of me capturing those monsters on film. While I was unable to capture the 3-foot long monsters I did capture some of the slow growing runts of the school.
Now home and reflecting on the whole fish story I have reached a most definite conclusion. When I do get around to installing my cute little lawn pond I will most certainly not be putting gold fish in it. I do believe there is a city ordnance against harboring monsters.