They told little Sammy that if he would buy abalone every Sunday for a year he would have good luck and receive a brand new car. He tried it. He would go down to the docks and wander around until he found someone with a big cooler full and he would buy abalone with a wild look in his eye. No one noticed anything strange - most people that came down to the docks to buy their seafood had a similarly strange look about them.
The day finally came that he realized that his year spent taking a weekly jaunt downtown to buy abalone had been completely fruitless, other than improving his overall health through the extra exercise and high nutritional content of the abalone, whom he alone was forced to eat every time because no one else in his family wanted to try it. He knew then for sure that Fel and Zanni had been lying to him - they were probably laughing at him right now! What a fool he had been to think that all he had to do was buy abalone to change his life! The next day he went down to the docks to buy abalone one last time. That afternoon he found Fel and Zanni behind the YWCA, spying on the girls in the shower. He crept up from behind and pulled out a nine-inch abalone. Raising it above his head, he put all of his pent up rage and shame into the blow, slamming the flat end onto the top of Zanni's head, cracking it open and sending him to the ground in a heap. Fel was now screaming and trying to pull his jeans up from around his ankles. He tried to turn away but caught the full force of the next crashing blow as the edge of the shell nearly split his face in two. They fully acquitted little Sammy, by reasons of insanity.
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