sit on it

I went camping over the weekend with some folks. It was kool and the gang man, hella Fonzie. Nothing gives me a better sense of nature and the outdoors than stinking cess pit toilets, screaming children on bicycles, and loose dogs on the prowl. But seriously, it's always nice to get away from the normal day-to-day. One day I was rowing m'lady in a boat, singing sweet songs of lily and lace, when a screaming harpy plucked a soon-to-be devoured meal from the water. It was actually an osprey retrieving a trout--a trout on a fisherman's hook and line. As the bird flew away with its catch in its clutches, the line kept spooling out from the fisherman's reel. At one point, the great raptor appeared to be held back by the fisherman as both wrestled for what they thought was rightfully theirs. The line was cut soon after and the osprey took its prize to a treetop, with the trailing fishing line gleaming in the sun.