Gone Fishing

The snow so deep… That it was over our heads… Was a melting by the hour! Give it a day, or two at most… and with this heat… it would all be gone, forever! But in the meantime, we were sadly stuck, in mud, deep, within our own backyard! The water couldn't run off fast enough; our backyard had become a swamp, marred! Just then, low and behold my old Volkswagen bubbled up, thru the mud it came! You know, the one, surely you do! Last year it had floated down the storm drain! Now, low and behold something got out! OH WHAT I’ll never, ever, really know! Said he was the REAL Swamp Thing, and tired of spring-cleaning his house, so… He chained the car to a tree, as he hopped out. Said his name was “Gone Fishing”. Said his Mama read it on a sign, and used it to name her sweet, baby, Swamp Thing! But then, he saw our back yard, he shouted in delight and decided to visit for a spell! After all, it’s turned into a real swamp! And he’s the real Swamp Thing! So, Do Tell! Dragon, the penguins, and all else, followed him straight, to the swamp so profound.. The penguins slid down the muddy slope, and followed the Swamp Thing all around. But when Dragon tried, his weight got him stuck! We had to wench him, to the shore. Mud became the name of the day, with mud and snowball fights going on, in galore! Everyone was in seventh heaven, ‘Gone Fishing’ the same, as they slide, all about! Fun ensued! For how often can he vacation about? Only once a year! No doubt! After 2 days of fun, the snow was almost gone, so we cleaned them, as they played. Yes, the fire hydrant was turned on! Dragon threw his Penguins, happily, into the spray! That shot them almost to the moon above! The closest to flying they would ever be! They soared then slide down the street. Even Dragon did play this time! How sweet! But ‘Gone Fishing’ knew his vacation was up. So he waved a hearty good bye… As he jumped into the Volkswagen again, and let it fly, and man, could that baby, fly! It flew down the street, and back down the drain! Before our very own eyes! That was the last time we saw the Swamp Thing, as we waved, a sad goodbye! But next time it snows to mile high deep… as it melts, we’ll be looking for our friend. Here lies our story of ‘Gone Fishing”. It’s real! Honest! To you, I’d never lie! I defend! And I expect, where ever he really is now… He’s ‘Gone Fishing’…THE END