A Fishy Story

I am desperate with hunger. It has been days , maybe weeks since my last meal. All I know is that I must find food , and the nagging thought that my mother once told me to beware certain types of food.

Searching , I finally find it. Lying there before me. Nothing more than a snack , but right now to me it looks a veritable feast. I carefully take a nibble. It tastes so good. Voraciously I gulp down the rest.

Moving , to go on with my endless search for more life giving sustanance , I feel a sharp painful tug at my stomach. It feels like somthing is trying to rip my stomach out through my mouth. I turn and move in the opposite direction to only have the tugging excruciating pain return. No matter where I turn the pain always returns.

It is only then that I fully remember the advice my mom once gave me. Knew the doom I now face. With desperation I turned against the tugging sensation and moved away from where it was taking me with all my might. To late. I found myself being drawn up into the air. Facing a huge monstrosity.

It reached into my mouth and poked around. Then cut me loose from the line I had been attached to. It took up a new thicker line ending in a long rod. It laced this through gills out my mouth. Slid me down the end to join the rest that had been caught lik me. Sliding us all back in the water.

We awaited our fate. On that line for what seemed like hours. All too soon , for me , he slid us out of the water and carried us over to his fire. There he slid us off our line , first one on was the first one off. Being the last I watched on in horror as he took each of the others off the line.