Jul 10, 2020
Deception, Disgrace
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“Sticks of fish?”
The pinkette tilted her head to one side as she listened to the traveling vendor describe the items for sale this week. The wares sounded as normal as they could to her until they listed a food called fish sticks. Of course, Pia didn’t know it was a food at first, her face lighting up at the mere mention of it. But then the explanation came and it didn’t make sense. They weren’t sticks in the shape of fish. No, they were sticks made of fish.
The horror!
“That is unacceptable! What did they ever do to you? They don’t put you in stick form!”