Monday, November 17, 2014

the master


with incredible skill, speed and precision, he grabbed, dispatched, gutted, scaled and extracted two perfect filets from each fish. into a large bucket went the heads for stock, the tails got tossed over his shoulder to the gallery of hungry cats. his head was bent toward his task and his little white cap was pulled down upon his skull so firmly it made his ears stand nearly straight out. his tiny fingers, impossibly nimble were glistening with water and blood. his every movement was artful and full of grace. his apron was wet and glittered with cast off scales. the waiting buckets of writhing gills and fins kept getting pushed nearer as he emptied the ones closest to him. i watched him for many minutes and only realized my mouth was hanging open when i started to speak, 'he's-', 'he knows he's a raccoon.' interjected the man standing next to me. 'no, not that...' i said, 'he's amazing.'

5 Comments:

At November 19, 2014 at 5:51 PM , Blogger Greenpa said...

3GC.

(3 Good Chuckles)

 
At November 19, 2014 at 7:16 PM , Blogger shandra beri said...

hey guess what? when you google 'raccoon wearing a chef cap and apron' you get bupkis. i was about to give up when i found this guy walking upright with his back to cats!!! EVERYTHING exists (apparently...).

 
At November 20, 2014 at 1:18 PM , Blogger Greenpa said...

lol! And how much time did you spend looking? :-)

 
At November 20, 2014 at 1:44 PM , Blogger shandra beri said...

usually i just sleepily flip through a few pages of thumbnails and zero right in when the visuals of the dream are still freshly with me. this one, i had to put it down and come back to it later in the day because there. was. nothing.

that afternoon, google was my friend again and gifted me with a kindred image.

:)

 
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