The Fish That Got Away

 

Have you ever had one of those days, where you think life can't get any better and then...

 WHAM!!! 

All hell breaks loose?

Well, that was my kind of day, yesterday.

Here I was minding my own business. 

Taking in the heat from the beautiful hot sun. 

Thinking of how good this catch would taste.

Enjoying the peace around me. 

 Life couldn't get any better!

 

I don't know if you know this about me, but my pouch, in addition to me using it as a dip net, can hold up to three gallons of water after I have caught a fish.

But before I can savour the fish, fully, I have to squeeze out the excess water.  

Therefor, sitting on something more solid than water, makes it easier for me to get rid of the excess water. 

That is exatcly what I was doing, when this photographer lady came by and decided to click away. 

I being a ham, showed her my different poses.

By the way, in case you are wondering, my name is Dame Castille, but my friends call me Casty.

Incidently, that pouch you see sticking out the side of my neck, can hold up to three times more than my stomach.

And you thought camels were special. 

I continued my routine of moving the fish around and squeezing the excess water, minding my own business, when  in the distance I saw Charlie, sitting on the post.

He had that look about him. The look that tells us all to watch out.
Let me tell you a little about Charlie.

You know how in every crowd there is one person who is a know it all?

The one person who bullies everyone?

The one person who is as lazy as can be but manages to fight like the devil?

Well that's Charlie.

Hence, I knew I was in deep trouble, seeing him sitting, up there all puffed up. 

But I tried to keep my cool and go about my business.

Next thing I know, Charlie's jumping on the same platform as me and wants to fight.

All along as I am batting my wings and trying to get away from Charlie, I am also hoping that the photographer, up on top, clicking away, would stop her clicking and come to my rescue.

No such luck!

Hence, I decide to jump into the water, hoping to get away from this bully.

And that, my friends, was the worst move, on my part, ever!! 

Suddenly, it wasn't just Charlie I was fighting with, but his entire gang.

And in one of my swift moves, or what I thought would be a a good move, the fish fell out of my pouch and Charlie, pounced on it, grabbing it tight with his bill.

A little agument between Charlie and his croonies ensued, and I knew that my chances of getting the tasty fish back, was nullified.

Therefor, I decided to leave the area.

 

But not without doing one last thing.

Thumping Charlie one last time before flying away for good.

Another thing......

Ms. photographer, please don't come back!

You ruined my day! 😒