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TwentyFabelThree 
TwentyFabelThree 
Viewpoint Of The Fish 
 
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Invariably life is surmounted and over come with obstacles designed to amuse 
the abusers among the men the users of the clay to mold the old and make them 
pay for unimagined hurts inflicted by society when for all the world to see the hurt 
inscribed on them my enemy is nill and voided null and jointed separately 
intended to become a monument of mediocre missing intentions faltering 
commotions ending in so much incidental indentations of the misery of 
man. "Well-informed people know it is impossible to transmit the voice over 
wires and that were it possible to do so, the thing would be of no practical 
value." - Editorial in the Boston Post (1865) This has always been attributed to 
Thomas Alva Edison what he Rally said was this “To invent, you need a good 
imagination and a pile of junk.” Referring of course to the poetry list of the 
CharlaxAndroidSevenOne. The small boy was angry at us the fishermen we two 
were men and strong and using bits and pieces of the little ones to catch some 
larger for the skillet to add to beans we needed FISH and not just minnows we 
could eat. “The fish feel pain” is what the boy said “just like humans do.” “NO” 
both the eye and my friend agreed “they do not feel the same as you as eye as 
we.” My friend became morose and actually tossed his minnows back and eye 
grabbed all my pieces of the fish that eye was using just for bait and tossed as 
far into the pond as fish could fly away from me the boy was not so easily undone 
and mollified he wept and my friend tried to help him to get over it and frowning 
eye was sorry for the day and beans we ate and beans we stayed and then eye 
dared to make the complaint. “BOY is crazy we need to eat.” If you want to add to 
this meal old man just go to the field and gather up some green onions eye have 
plantered them in haste but they are long enough for yew to eat today. Hurriedly 
eye rushed between the raindrops to get at the vegetables and then we 
smashed the beans and made them into refried. The onions we ate as aside 
dish was full of skillet mess 
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    my fabels is long but iff ewe love mee ewe will go now to part two
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