It will be a treacherous trek to walk the remaining few blocks
through this morass.
The four heard scratching noises behind them. Fred turned
to look. He saw a large, scruffy-looking dog that had joined
them. Scruffy was lapping up eyeballs, chewing on them as
though they were some exotic treat.
“Jesus!” shouted Glaring man. “That’s disgusting. Get out’a
here, you mangy mutt!” The man kicked at the dog. He
landed a blow on the dog’s rump, but in the process Glaring
man stepped on an eyeball and lost his balance. He fell flat
on his back onto the pavement, wincing in pain.
Seconds later, a lone fish fell from the sky. Fred recognized
the species as a Gadus morhua, more commonly known as
the Atlantic Cod. It was a twenty-pounder at least. To add
insult to injury, the cod smacked Glaring man in the head,
knocking him unconscious.
Fred knew his fish.
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