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Its a lovely little story so sit back and relax as I spin this little tale for you. If available I suggest you make up a quick cup of tea and maybe a nice salad to go with it. On second thought forget the salad, how about the #3 lunch special
with no black olives please, they give me gas.
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On with the story!
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Caligula was a fisherman's son who was just two days shy of his 16th birthday. His father had always told him that if
he would work hard on the docks someday he would make enough money to buy anything his heart desired. Many days
Caligula walked by a small boutique just two blocks north of the 32nd pier in downtown Ripshire. Some days, when he
got up extra early, he would go in the boutique just to see what new and exotic fabrics the owner Craig had got in.
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It had been just two summers ago that Caligula and Craig found themselves lost and afraid after an afternoon bike ride
through the countryside that got wildly out of hand. Craig loved garage sales and there were many in the small town of
Ripshire but Craig did not know the country side well and soon the two lovers found themselves lost with nothing to
keep them warm but a lavender scarf and the memory of warm lemon pepper salmon dish the two enjoyed only minutes ago.
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"That was wonderful fish", said Craig, boyishly holding back the last remains of a well deserved belch. "It was
most delicious"' said Caligula. "One might even say it was a delightful fish", craig replied now starting to dry heave
onto the base of an old hickory stump.
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You see, I am Caligula's sister, Fontella, and this was his story. You may ask," well it is a wonderful
story of loves and lost loves, but it still doesn't explain the name of your group". Its true "Delightful Fish"
could've easily been drawn from this story and that would be fine but I started to think what would my poor brother
think every time he heard that name. Oh how his heart would pine, oh yes it would pine I say, for those youthful
early days in Ripshire. And what of Craig you ask, well I don't care really, he owes me money.
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So with a lovely story and the affections for my younger brother I took just a morsel of this story and named our band. You may call us "Delicious Fishes" if you like, but it will always be "Delightful Fish" to me.
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Yours Always, Fontella What-a-fella Exavier Cougat |