Gone Fishin'

Parish smiles broadly as Gertrude takes the lure's box and is determined to go fishing.
He gives a blink to Monday.

"Ahhh and now relax... and fish... " he says to himself

Parish closes his eyes again as he moves his lure in the pond
trying to convince a fish (or any other thing) that it is tasty"Ohhh what did I get here! Hello little friend! How are you? I believe we have met before. I am happy to see you are fine and growing.
Now come come, I will return you to your pond.
See you another day! "

"Nothing like a good cup of ... tea to reinvigorate you," Sherry says. She sets her cup down on the ground beside her and then readies her rod. A quick cast, then she sits back to wait.In short order, Sherry pulls out the same 3-eyed fish Parish just put back.

"I think maybe this fish wants to be eaten," Sherry says to Parish. She gets the fish off the hook and looks it in its three eyes. "You should have swam away when you had the chance." Something stirs inside Sherry, and she starts to squeeze the fish in her hand. She slowly increases the pressure until the fish's three eyes start to bug out. What sounds like a hiss escapes her mouth. "You do want to be eaten, don't you?"

As the fish looks like it might burst, Sherry relaxes her grip. She looks around to see who might have been paying attention. She relaxes back into her seat. "I guess you're too small to be even a satisfactory snack. Back you go then." With a flick of her wrist, Sherry tosses the fish unceremoniously across the water and it drops into the pond with a plop.

Sherry sighs and readies her pole again.

"See?" Monday continues. "With just a simple flick of the wrist, anyone can catch a..." Then she looks at what's been caught and a sense of dread comes over her. Don't panic, Monday, you can fix this! She hears her inner-self say.Using her other hand, she snaps her fingers behind her back and transforms the toilet seat she had just dragged up from the depths into a toilet seat fish. Hopefully nobody noticed that!

With an internal sigh of relief she guides the fish into the cooler. "It's that easy." She tells everyone with a lovely smile to keep up appearances.

Even though it didn't really go as planned, she's happy to see that Gertrude heads to fishing box. Looks like she has taken the bait.

Sal bursts into laughter as Monday hauls up the toilet seat fish. "Nice on, Monday! Man, this place is wacky!"

He kicks back again, watching the others continue to cast their lines and pull up weird stuff. He's already got his catch for the day, so he's content to just laze about. It's one of his favorite past times, after all!

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