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Snail Story

By 

B. Dulmes

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hey fished the lake dry, pulling up every fat carp and dull, gray croaker, leaving only a colony of frogs to endlessly breed and bloat themselves on mosquito larvae. We’ll all sit at the table near the window, watching thousands of men drag their boats out into the middle of the water, only to drag them back full of nothing but crumpled beer cans and water bottles filled with tobacco spit. This bar is loud with angry chatter and the quiet drone of sweat bees hovering around our heads. At the back, we are a woman who is rocking, crossed legged, shifting the wooden legs of her stool in a slow rhythm. Someday, we’ll all have a baby and that baby will buy this place. He’ll fill the lake with snails and the snails will grow as big as house cats. People will fly in from all over the world, just to see them, so many people that they’ll build a new airport across town. They’ll name it after some dead general in some long-forgotten war. It’s hard to see it now, but the snails will taste like catfish and their eyes will look a little too much like ours. We’ll eat them until there are no more snails to eat, then we’ll move across the country to search for more snails. We’ll build a new bar, next to a new lake. We’ll name the lake after that same general, but we’ll forget who he was. The snails will be bigger and their eyes will blink less often.

Quiz question:

The freshwater croaker is a North American fish that is called many names. Which of the following is another name for the freshwater croaker?

Gasper goo

Gasper goo

Wuss fish

Wuss fish

Both A & B

Both A & B

None of the above

None of the above

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September 22, 2017

Snail Story was written by B. Dulmes. They live in Oklahoma and they are scared of spontaneous combustion.
i dont feel like fininishing this website right now and i am sorry

You look like you would

hunt down and kill your boyfriend

and feast on his flesh.

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