Finster Fish had a big day ahead of him. Swimming through the suburbs of Reefton he paused, eddys of warm water swirling around his fins. Big? Was that really the correct unit of measurement of something like a day? Wouldn't the phrase be a long day ahead of him? Frowning Finster continued onward twards the lump market.
Merf, Finsters beloved catfish, had gotten into the coldbox and eaten all of Finsters prized Fudggielumps. Finster had promised to bring a whole mess of Fudggielumps to his boss's big party later that afternoon and that rascal Merf had gobbled them all up. What did finster expect from a woman. Pausing again Finster pondered if he wasn't alienating his female readership by making such broad generalizations. Regaurdless Merf was a shefish and not a hefish and it was either be sexist or racist. Though cat, last Finster checked, wasn't a race. Not one with accredited voting rights any ways.
Swiming through the doors finster checked his list of things he needed here at the lump mart. Choco Lumps, Greeny Lumps, weezy Lumps, and of course the reason for his long and difficult journy of seventeen feet, Fudggielumps. Moving quickly to the Fudggie aisle finster gasped in dismay as what floated before him was...


STAY TUNED to find out what happens to FINSTER!!!!!