The Wisdom Of Carp
The Sage of Upyaws lowered himself onto his fishing stool and sighed a tired sigh. Another beautiful day, a glorious view, a lake full of willing carp.. He sighed again and picked up the Tupperware box, unclipping the lid and peering inside. Egg and cress. Could be worse. Ham and tomato was worse but not as bad as tuna and cucumber. That was the pits. Not the sort of fayre a Sage should be offered.
Christ, not already? He looked at his watch. Two minutes past nine. ‘Bit bloody early.’
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