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An priest was spending a quiet day fishing when suddenly his boat was attacked by the Loch Ness monster. The beast opened its mouth to
take a drink of this new concoction. It was salty, and slimey. Chunky too. The beast yells, "
Supper's Ready! Come and eat while it's hot!"
screamed my mom. The chicken leg looked
like it was slightly undercooked, and there were still a few feathers sticking out of the skin. How could one ever put that piece of meat in their mouth? I closed my eyes and
wished for that tuna sandwich I've been dreaming of since the beginning of this story.
