The seawall that rebounded like wind flying Guppies
Adam spong story
hogwarts fanfiction by adam spong
Lord Harwick looked at the minuscule torch in his hands and felt sleepy.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his crowded surroundings. He had always loved creepy Harwick with its kindhearted, knowing kettles for dolly tea party. It was a place that encouraged his tendency for a quick ell feel to send him sleepy bye byes.
His memories of the Fishing Channel. Fishing was highlighted when he met his new friend , an incredible looking seccy ogre with fragile fins and scrawny gills.
Lord gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a mean, dark lord, butterbeer drinker with handsome rump and brunette locks of hair. His friends saw him as a balls to many juggler short in my pants. Once, he had even saved a homeless lost sea trout that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a mean person who had once saved a homeless lost sea trout that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Fishing had in store today.
Thewind pounded against his main sail , like flying guppies, making Lord cross.
As Lord stepped outside and Fishing Crew came closer, he could see the muddy glint in their eyes.
The Fishing Crew gazed with the affection of 12 down to earth crooked cat fish. She said, in hushed tones, “I love you all with all my heart and I want some nice hot buttered fish now.”
Lord looked back, even more cross and still fingering the minuscule torch. “Fishing, i love me some fishie tank love,” he replied.
He looked at his meal with concerned feelings. His meal like like two misty, many mud skippers chatting at about a very rude holiday, “ oh, it was the best of times matie, but the salt is stinging my eye sir..
Lord regarded his talking fish meal ‘s conversation as a come on. “I feel the same way!” “now get in my belly”revealed Lord with a delighted grin.
The Fish looked puzzled, its emotions blushing like a spilt, sour sandwich.
Then Fishing came inside of Lord Harwich with some sweet sweet tartar sauce.