Now THERE's an idea!

Please write it...

By the way, that reminds me of a spamfic idea...
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A man in sweats jogs along the beach, punching the air with every other
step.

"Hungry," he mumbles to himself, "I'm so Hungry. Hungry hungry hungry.
Puff. Puff. Hungry. Hungry."

He continues down the beach, throwing jabs, hooks, and occasionally
throwing a quick flurry of punches. He huffs and puffs, tired and
daydreaming of an enormous steak meal.

His concentration is broken by a call from the edge of the sand, where
the ocean meets the beach.

"FREE FISH!!! FREE FRESH FISH!!!"

He stops in his tracks and eyes the three young women in the booth.
"Free food?", he asks them.

"Yes," the middle one replies, "Free fish...good and fresh. Would you
like some?"

In barely a second, he is before the stand, wolfing down the proffered
fish. A moment later, he is jogging off, a second piece in his hand.

"That was pretty good," he thinks, "I wonder if Sister Angela would like
some?"


One Pound of Flesh
      or
Mermaid Gospel


-- 
David Siegel
dhs28@columbia.edu
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There's a moral somewhere in here. I'm absolutely sure of it.