When it rained, it reminded him of his childhood.

When it rained, it reminded him of his childhood. The boat. Being chubby. Basically, misery.

So even though he spent his life transforming himself from a portly, aquaphobic child to become a decently successful, albeit landlocked, high school English teacher, he knew

we're all destined to return from whence we came: bald, helpless, wrinkled, with no control of bodily functions. Sure enough in his autumn years he gained weight & feared the wet

. Hence, like so many, he made the pilgrimage to Arizona to live his final days in the dry heat of the desert. He stepped out of his Air Stream and surveyed Sedona's red rocks.

It was, quite simply, beautiful. The kind of beautiful that melts your skin and turns you red. Simon looked around for a sign of the agent. Could it be the suspiciously attractive

sharply-dressed man with the large head resembling a lazy sea-dwelling mammal? His silhouette was enticing; despite being here to destroy the pentagon I found myself approaching hi

-ppodromes to bet on the seahorse races. I found myself approaching hi-m in the 7th row once again. "Your lucky seat, huh, Det. Manatee?" I asked, placing the tracking device in hi

s fisheye lens when he was distracted by a pretty cow passing by. Det. Manatee turned back to the seahorse race and whispered, "I got a lock on the trifecta." The tracking device

ran out of battery power but it was not an issue because the seahorse race had already finished. Det. Manatee had a date to the police officers ball. Chief Inspector Dugong greeted