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........ His frown was slightly unsettling, because one should be happy when one captured a fish. Or, that was what Noir had always imagined. She had never tried to fish before, but she was quickly deciding that this was to be her first encounter with the hobby. However, the way it was being introduced to her was slightly disturbing. Her uncle stood up and all of a sudden the fish floated up to the surface. Had he killed it by sitting down on it? This was her first thought, and perhaps her uncle should have told it as it was, because his comment created a first shocked, then lightly disgusted frown on her face. He had farted it to death? Noir did not want to eat fish that had been farted at! It would smell and taste foul!

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He walked up to the shore, and the girl reluctantly followed, carrying his hat with her. Once her paws touched the banks, she let go of the hat. The Aston girl then sat down on her bum and stared at the man. ”Did you fart it to death Uncle? I don’t want to eat fart-fish, catch me a new one.” Her eyes widened slightly, begging her uncle sadly without words to be so kind to find her a clean, non-smelly fish.

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