| THE FISHMAN SAGA By Robert Ross |
| Over the years the story of Fishman has been distorted and the true legend of Fishman has been long forgotten. Even though there is little known about Fishman only most know the deeper side of the man we know as Fishman... |
| The Tale of Fishman By: Name Once in a distant sea Fishman resided. No other Fishman live near him because he was the only known Fishman in the sea. Anyway Fishman lived alone for a while until he cut his leg and blood filled the ocean. His blood acted as a slopium and dyed the whole ocean red, and turned it into blood. Blood gushed over the land and gushed over the see, then gushed over the land a few more times and sort of gushed over the sea once more. Behold the earth was now blood. Nothing anyone could see but blood. Years had past and the blood began to age and turn into a black crusty color. This is just what the seagulls planned. They began to tear at the black crusty blood and gorged themselves until they couldn't move. All they did was bathe in blood and dine with the blood of the sea. Soon there was no blood left and the land was left dry. All there was was thousands of gigantic seagulls. Fishman knew this was wrong so he gathered all the Fishman who resided him nearby and fought for the cause of good. After a 40-year war the seagulls won. Although the sweet victory was upon the seagulls they had miscalculated one thing. No man had ever seen Bigfoot. Bigfoot, jumped from a near by maple tree and shot forth springs of life. Springs of life that would ultimately spring life. This was unfortunate for the seagulls and they were massacred. After the battle of sea-run the world had learned a valuable lesson and they would not soon forget it. Moral: Even a small man can make a small salad. name |
| Fishman Returns! By: name After the first tale of Fishman, Fishman had learned not to mess with an oyster clam and was now on a new mission. A mission of great importance. This mission was none like any other Fishman had ever encompassed but he was about to attempt. Fatally he successes and was reduced to nothing more then a small boy. As a small boy Fishman was without cause and without thought for if he had thought and cause he was be no more then a chicken dust (a chicken dust is the liquid form of a chicken). Fishman grabbed his walking staff and his cloak and his umbrella, and his compass, and his lance, and his Bekyun's spear, and his 100 bear livers, and his herb pipes, and his rare pork, and his meatloaf and was on his way. On Fishman’s journey he was likely to come across things that were not of this world but from another world, because if they were of this world then they there would be no point in me saying they were not of this world I would merely say things. I would not in fact say things of this world because things basically means in the minds of many things of this world. Unless you study the stars such a butcher. Fishman after figuring this out thought to himself weather or not he should actually move on with his journey and thinking so he continued to sooth his mother bear. Fishman slammed the door and yelled at his mom, "No mom I wish not to have your baby, for I have my own." Fishman then jumped off the house and slapped a baby dolphin. Fishman was on his way to a place he would soon regret, and soon he would regret it.... To be continued! Moral: Scenes of rice and sense of spice, Wednesday is the key. |
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