The Town's Buffoon

The Town’s Buffoon He sat fishing in the town’s small lake, too much kindness and stale breadcrumbs had polluted the water and fish had chocked to death; mind, ducks looked happy as did rotund rats lurking in the undergrowth by its bank. Someone felt sorry for the fool, put two trout in his basket and said: “I say, my man you have caught two fine fishes! ” The clown arose, reeled in line, hook and sinker, walked home; where he fried his catch, listened to tomorrows weather forecast on the radio, diced carrots and peeled potatoes- fed his fat cat- and chuckled to himself for no reason at all.