Re: Fishing From the Ark - Smoke Signal to Miss Marcia

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: : : Psssst - Bent, what was that splash I heerd over in the reeds?  Could it be that granddaddy catfish yer always talkin' about?  Why don't you just ease yer line over on this side of the ark, steady-like and let it hang a minute . . .

: : : Whoaaah there! Ye got a strike!  And it's a big one, sartain!  Set yer hook - set yer hook!  There - ye got 'im!  Dweebie, where's that basket?  No, the empty one!  Now, I'll just lower it into the water, and Bent, you drag that fish on over into it - yup, there . . . we got it. I'll clap the lid shut, and Bent, you cut yer line, and let's haul it on up.  Pull, Uncle Wiscone - this here's one heavy fish!

: : MISS MARCIA!

: : I CAUGHT THE BIG CAT!  We're heading' to your place for a feast.   Call in the neighbors,and fry up the hush puppies, and let's C E L E B R A T E !!!

: : Bent

: Hey, Hector.  Psssst - - Hector! you see that smoke signal?  I only caught part of it, but it seems to me it was somethin' to do with feastin' on cats and puppies.  These folks gone mad?  And here I thought Miss Jeanne was feedin' me up cause she loved me!  We better get on up to Miss Polly Anna's and warn Basil before they add pate de foie parrot to the menu.  Hector?  Hector?  Hey, wait for me!  Geeez, that dog can move like greased lightning when he's shook up. *greased - shouldna said that - bad omen-  smacks o' fryin'*

: Painter


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