Nessie

Well I remember yon fine day down by the deep Loch Ness. I cast my fly so far away which soon caused me distress. Instead of hooking trout out there on mud banks thick and messy. Stepped through flat fish floundering where I had to battle Nessie. I wrestled her as you have guessed though that was not my plan. I only wished for herring dressed not pilchards from a can. It took a while to free the line that Nessie had entangled. I found my rod, my tackle, twine hopelessly were mangled. She gave a roll of victory and left at a great rate. Then I saw looking full at me her own enormous mate. Glad to say they went their way and left me on the bank. Now each day I sit and pray and wonder who to thank.