Letters from the Left Field 2

The big fat rainbow.

The big fish story on a slippery Sunday.
No fishes were in sight and four fishermen grew dispondent in beautiful surroundings.
Everything was hazy and I was feeling like I could no longer tolerate my heads' humour, as I was playing the big fat Ninja, which was told to me the night before on e'', over again. My time seemed doomed as trashy TV took over.
Suddenly as if light surrounded me I found a new pond, unused and all overgrown. I cast in the middle of this shallow pond. I drew the fly once and it took, a big rainbow pulled and danced up to eye level in the moment only fly fishermen can describe as '----------------------------------'. I was once again real and the fat ninja had to make a duck. We fought and it was big and if I lost it there would be no real truth to my luck. I pulled it to shore and I saw its shiny bending body of firm fat muscle. I paused to lean towards it and it flipped off into the reeds. At that moment I was off headfirst after it and I pushed what I now felt was a real fish to the bank, but as you can already imagine his slippery skin was too much and he would now enjoy the solitude of his secret pond at the Dewdale farm.