
Grey Moon – Friday (ep. 51)
“A lot of oddness on this road some days,” said Fuen.
“Tell me about it,” moaned Reala.
“Half of the weirdos seem to come in here for a drink and all,” said Yuffie.
“Oh, now what’s this?” sighed Reala, looking out the window.
A woman walked past the front windows wearing a yellow hooded mac, with a fishing rod slung over the shoulder and a fresh catch in hand. She made her way to the front door, swung it open and stood at the entrance looking at the assembled Fears.
“Hey lady,” said Yuffie. “Why the long plaice?”
I’ll assume you heard my groan from where you are…
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I did, and it was music to my ears… π
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grooooan!
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Hehehe
You’ve got a brilliant sense of humour Peter and I really loved reading Grey Moon.
Ps. I’m still recovering form the tummy stitches I had to get from all that laughing
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Aha, glad you enjoyed Alexi! Sorry about the stitches. π
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I groaned. I didn’t mean to, honest.
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You know groans are the sweetest sound to my ears. π
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shakes head and groans
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love the art!
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Thanks, Lisa. π
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A groaning-good fish story! Mermaid-approved! π
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To mermaids, are fish friends not food? π
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I can neither affirm nor deny this supposition. π
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Beautiful! Love the illustration!
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Arf, thanks, Ben! π
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They are really great – did you make them? π
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Thank you Ben. All doodles and tales are by myself. π
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Enjoy your posts π
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Thank you. π
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did she flounder about, this woman?
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Nah, she couldn’t give a trout mate. π
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Thatβs a gigantic catch!
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Good fishing trip. π
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Lol indeed! you won’t find that in the Caribbean Seas lol
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My sides hake! … I’ll get my breadcrumb coat!
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Badumtish! π
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Or badumfish, even?
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DUDE!!!
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π π π
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