I went for a walk and had a long talk.
The fish of the vale said they’d seen a whale.
“A whale-of-a-tale you mean?” I asked.
“A whale without a tail!” they all chorused together.
I looked around but no whale was found.
The pond, though deep, was small – and I thought their story was pretty tall.
They continued, “The whale was looking for the polar bear, who stole his tail, while following a snail.”
And, this is how you find a whale’s tale – by the hobbit tunnel – near the small pond – inhabited by talking fish – while you’re trying to make a wish.
Bah! Polar bear…crazy fish.
Another week has begun. I am behind on homework. Time to get busy! My wish…I’d rather go fishing and wishing.
Happy week to all. 🐠 🐟 🎣
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