The seawall that rebounded like wind flying Guppies
Adam spong story
hogwarts fanfiction by adam spong
Lord Harwick looked at the minuscule torch in his hands and felt sleepy.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his crowded surroundings. He had always loved creepy Harwick with its kindhearted, knowing kettles for dolly tea party. It was a place that encouraged his tendency for a quick ell feel to send him sleepy bye byes.
His memories of the tastefuly elegant cuppa teas as manager of the Fishing Channel. Fishing was highlighted when he met his new friends , an incredible bunch of unlickely sea fishing crew. They all looked like a seccy ogre with fragile fins and scrawny gills.
Lord gulped his cuppa tea. He glanced at his own reflection in the bottome of the teacup. He thought himself as a” seccy beast”, dark lord, butterbeer drinker with handsome rump and brunette locks of hair. His friends saw him as a balls to many juggler short in my pants. Once, he had even saved a homeless lost sea trout that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a mean person who had once saved a homeless lost sea trout that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for the fantastic talking Fish of the day.
The wind pounded against his main sail , like flying guppies, making Lord Harwicj wake up sudden;y.
As Lord Harwick stepped outside and Fishing Crew came closer, he could see the muddy glint in their eyes.
The Fishing Crew gazed with the affection of 12 down to earth crooked cat fish. They all said, in hushed tones, “We bring you these 12 cat fish for dinner , with all our love for you with all ourhearts, and we cooked them with some nice hot buttered fish sauce.”
Lord Harwick looked back, even more interested in the catch of the day and one fish in particualr caught his attention. “lord Harwick, i love me some fishie tank love,” the fishreplied.
He looked at his meal with concerned feelings. His meal like like two misty, many mud skippers chatting at about a very muddy holiday, “ oh, it was the best of times matie, but the salt is stinging my eye sir” the fish said..
Lord regarded his talking fish meal ‘s conversation as a come on. “I feel the same way, seccy fishie !” “now get in my belly”revealed Lord Harwick with a delighted grin.
The Fish looked puzzled, its emotions blushing like a spilt, sour sandwich.
Then the fish came inside of Lord Harwich with some sweet sweet tartar sauce.