a-f-f-fishin

Updated: May 14, 2025

Though his plate was still heaped with the choice portions of the fowl, which his doting grandmother had preserved for him, and though he was still hungry, unlucky Monty sank back in his chair, a limp, crestfallen lad. With his dejected stare fixed upon her unrelenting face, he stammered forth: "B-b-but, g-g-gr-gramma! I'm goin' a-f-f-fishin'!" "Nonsense.

Evelyn Raymond - The Brass Bound Box