Barnacles wrote:
My Grandad, a teller of tall tales, told us about a big rainstorm that he got caught in once. "It was raining so darn hard" he said, "that the fish couldn't make out where the surface of the lake was, and they swam up towards the sky. Then when the rain stopped, the fish began falling. That's the day it was raining fish!"
Oh, he had some dandy stories!
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