Long ago whilst I was still a lad my father decided it was time to show me the ways of rod and sea. I was to study the formula for victorious mêlée between man and eternal monster of the sea, the elusive fish. We parked our mechanical chariot in a suitable location under the outstretched, shielding arms of a mighty tree. We watchfully approached our clandestine fishing hole behind the fenced in water tower as not to reveal its valuable position.
My battle that day with this monster of the liquid underworld was regrettably not to be. For all at once and without hesitation the dry blood beast that is the moon swiftly shifted its massive body in an evident remonstration of what was to be my magnificent day of passage into manhood. For this lurking giant with all of its gravitational might yanked the deadly tide up to meet the earth where my boots stood in an awesome and alarming attempt at my delicate existence. We knew we had to abscond from this wretched place without delay.
As we ascended up the shadowy trail toward the enclosure of the water tower to our escape, we were confronted with the wicked realization that this ungodly mystery would not let us out so effortlessly. This evil that was cutting at our heels had arranged for it’s slippery cohort, the tide, to block the passageway that led around the fence. Our solitary prospect of escape became evident. We would have to scale this towering fence if we ever were to escape this menacing nightmare. Charcoal tinted clouds loomed ominously in the distance and a chilly stream of air began its dance past our bodies.
I wasted no time for I knew I had to grasp hold of my own destiny and in one seamless motion I clambered the chain linked serpent. My father then furnished his fishing apparatus for me to take. He began his less than eloquent move up the side of the only remaining obstacle to freedom. He neared the top as I stood in colossal anticipation of his getaway. It was then that we discovered the full might of this appalling beast. As my father crossed over the top, the serpent reached up and snatched my combative father. They each took mighty turns grasping and clawing at one another but I knew that the serpent was only toying with my poor father. The beast was patiently waiting for my father of so many wondrous years to stop wriggling and flailing like a condemned chicken nearing the chopping block.
It was at this point where my mental faculties were assaulted by what could only have been madness for I began to laugh like a lunatic at the spectacle my young eyes beheld. There was my father dangling clumsily at the top of a fence and his son laughing like a madman on the shores of freedom. Boy if that didn’t piss him off.
