…And as quick as a brolly full of beans on a Sunday morn in your aunt Petunias’s back hedges, Percival’s line went taut and then slack as he rode the slick back of the large “fish” he had been spying from the pond’s edge. Muck on a buck! What a day to being playing hooky from Uncle Pilotus’ stodgy and stuffy office.

It was a fine day to wrestle a new catch. Not being much on seafood it was the thrill of the experience that peaked him as he rode the great thing. Just then though, it raised itself out of the water in an almost half smile, but bearing arather troublesome looking maw. What now Percival?

-Excerpted from The Fable of The Mabbed Bindle-Stiff and other Woolgatherings