Aged Swamp Monster Lament

I get tired of their dead muddying up my clean fresh waters for sure. I drag these bodies back to them day and night, hoping for a cure. Oh, sorry, they apologize, as if they did not know what they did. Wonder at their ethics, these weird two legs, worse than squid. This one was the ugliest yet, with long hair that had not been washed at all. I lifted her from the resting place of a school of fish forming a gentle squall. She was heavier than the little ones they throw in, maybe it was the hair. I lifted her back up and threw her onto their deck without a nod or care. Ooh! One of the pirates said. This one looks pretty great if you ask me. I guess they were going to form her into a stew or steak with brie. I had tasted steak once when they threw it into my clean cool water. Then I heard a scream and someone yelled “Hey! That’s my daughter!” Not sure what a daughter is. Maybe it is a synonym for lunch. All I know is that this one weighed more than a bit of a bunch. I am sick of the two legs throwing their dead into the water. I hope that they throw back a little taste of this heavy daughter.