Words of the Constant
I used to see quill floats like this back in England.
I used to see quill floats like this back in England.
I think Higgsbury already got too close to one of these.
I'm reluctant to see what manner of fish would bite THAT.
Go fishing in the rain? And ruin my last good suit?
Why would anyone want to fish while it's snowing?
At least I don't have to use worms.
At least I don't have to use worms.
At least I don't have to use worms.
At least I don't have to use worms.
At least I don't have to use worms.
At least I don't have to use worms.
A more in-depth approach to fishing.
It looks positively revolting.
It has a rather unsettling stare.
I'd best take care to avoid those spines.
I'm not sure it was worth the effort.
What an odd creature.
Don't be koi with me.
Don't be koi with me.
Stay frosty, pal.
It seems we share an appreciation for figs.
This was barely worth my time.
Hardly bigger than a minnow.
I was hoping for something bigger.
Just a cold fish.
Its smell oddly reminds me of the theater house...
What an ugly thing.
It seems more plant than fish.
The sunfish! It burns!
How vulgar.
An aquatic tree, what next?
I have no interest in lugging that thing around. Back in the drink you go.
It could use a good pruning.
It's just hanging around.
It looks like someone's already made themselves comfortable here.
Not quite so comfortable anymore.
I'd rather not pick through that.
Is it safe? We should send Wilson in first.
That went surprisingly well.
Of course.
It will do for now.
Some fresh seafood would be a welcome sight.
The trap is set.
Another irksome chore, left to me.
The fishheads are out of salad.
Satisfied?
Not enough? Where does it end?
The fishheads are out of salad.
Satisfied?