Hungry Heron Having Lunch
First, this heron burst out of a swampy stand of trees not more than twenty feet away from me, scaring the living shit out of me. He was all wings and neck and legs and seemingly preternatural, with his honking that sounds kind of terrifying. Then an hour later he came back to this rowing dock to fish, despite the signs prohibiting such activity. All told, he speared and swallowed (whole) four fish by the time I left.
Unlucky fish number 1.
Down the hatch.
“Hey, did anyone see where Jerry went?” asked fish number 2 before being speared.
“Ok, guys, this whole hide and seek thing has gotten out of hand…” started fish number 3 before joining his compatriots in the digestive juices.