the fisherman's catch a spoken story, this is how i do it by michael casey

  are you ready here's a story immediately written remember this I just received a parcel a little package to my letterbox which wasn't for me it was every for every office is rubbish however I'll forgive him on this occasion why because the number on the package has very similar to us but it was so small when I went to the right address to stay in the road I nearly delivered it to the wrong address and I would have ended up delivering it to a Chinese family with lots of details in the window as I was outside I met a guy who was spraying the weeds with a backpack and a spray thing and then the big lump on his head so it says is that available to get rid of mother-in-laws if a sprayed the mother-in-law what she will go away he laughed when I think he did I said what's that big lump on your head almost banging things I said you should wear a helmet so he needs a helmets where he spraying so a then looked again at the parcel package thing and I realized it wasn't that our number of the number I thought it was it was another number entirely different so I was taking it from our Chinese household to deliver it to an old lady Chinese doll with kids in the window so she may be having a little lady herself as a relative or she might run a kindergarten I don't know so well return my steps and as I retrace my steps a dog barked in the window it was in the window of the local architect so I bought back woof woof and the dark part again and the Architects are very thought an idiot but probably and then she calmed a dog and I said you should the dug things inducted dude so he's speaking to me I said you should read that book you know it's a good book and then I went away and I looked together the food angle it's a similar number to us but it's not the one I originally thought it was it's a different one so what direction am I going now getting dizzy going backwards and forwards up and down the street in the sunlight and the existing pieces of glass in this in the in the road where there has been a crash of some sort and noted up so I looked again oh it's this number here so I went down the road and he was a female name and I walked on the doors is this really you and then the door opened it was a policeman yes it was a policeman who used to be my immediate next to them neighbour many years ago now he is in the same street but he has retired so it says is this you this is what I'm not a woman but if it's his girl his wife so I had finally delivered to the right place and he says thank you Michael but because the maternity's it was like it was shouty anyway so that's how we got that story came home meanwhile came home and the frozen chicken dippers had disappeared from the fridge because I told my daughter from London to take him away to the to my sister there auntie because they were having Brunt and I fell off the taste of chicken dippers I give them a sister remark our free to her fridge and she could have them because it's this in to waste food but then I remember she might not like him but she's got this little cat that's trying to break in constantly so she could always cut them leave him outside for the little cats so it's just doing psychological warfare looking through the windows I feed me feed me I need love it's some neighbors cattle in a different place where she now lives and that's how I get a story I don't make her up they just throwing at me they're held at me which is quite funny because my mental piece I've got a picture of a cat jumping up trying to catch fish and that is me I'm a fisherman a word I just cast my net I cast my line and the words appear and I just put the drag them in so that's how I do it I don't make them up they just come to me I just I just tell them and I as I write I write the way I speak because I'm not clever enough to do any other way and there because my shoulder hurts I have already slapped on the painkiller my left shoulder or able to do any more typing today but just what happens fans I've got this little story for you I have no idea how many words it is but I've been mister erected to a Chinese house with an old lady and met a sprayer seen an architect

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🎣 The Fisherman's Catch

I just received a parcel a little package to my letterbox which wasn't for me it was every for every office is rubbish however I'll forgive him on this occasion why because the number on the package has very similar to us but it was so small when I went to the right address to stay in the road I nearly delivered it to the wrong address and I would have ended up delivering it to a Chinese family with lots of details in the window as I was outside I met a guy who was spraying the weeds with a backpack and a spray thing and then the big lump on his head so it says is that available to get rid of mother-in-laws if a sprayed the mother-in-law what she will go away he laughed when I think he did I said what's that big lump on your head almost banging things I said you should wear a helmet so he needs a helmets where he spraying so a then looked again at the parcel package thing and I realized it wasn't that our number of the number I thought it was it was another number entirely different so I was taking it from our Chinese household to deliver it to an old lady Chinese doll with kids in the window so she may be having a little lady herself as a relative or she might run a kindergarten I don't know so well return my steps and as I retrace my steps a dog barked in the window it was in the window of the local architect so I bought back woof woof and the dark part again and the Architects are very thought an idiot but probably and then she calmed a dog and I said you should the dug things inducted dude so he's speaking to me I said you should read that book you know it's a good book and then I went away and I looked together the food angle it's a similar number to us but it's not the one I originally thought it was it's a different one so what direction am I going now getting dizzy going backwards and forwards up and down the street in the sunlight and the existing pieces of glass in this in the in the road where there has been a crash of some sort and noted up so I looked again oh it's this number here so I went down the road and he was a female name and I walked on the doors is this really you and then the door opened it was a policeman yes it was a policeman who used to be my immediate next to them neighbour many years ago now he is in the same street but he has retired so it says is this you this is what I'm not a woman but if it's his girl his wife so I had finally delivered to the right place and he says thank you Michael but because the maternity's it was like it was shouty anyway so that's how we got that story came home meanwhile came home and the frozen chicken dippers had disappeared from the fridge because I told my daughter from London to take him away to the to my sister there auntie because they were having Brunt and I fell off the taste of chicken dippers I give them a sister remark our free to her fridge and she could have them because it's this in to waste food but then I remember she might not like him but she's got this little cat that's trying to break in constantly so she could always cut them leave him outside for the little cats so it's just doing psychological warfare looking through the windows I feed me feed me I need love it's some neighbors cattle in a different place where she now lives and that's how I get a story I don't make her up they just throwing at me they're held at me which is quite funny because my mental piece I've got a picture of a cat jumping up trying to catch fish and that is me I'm a fisherman a word I just cast my net I cast my line and the words appear and I just put the drag them in so that's how I do it I don't make them up they just come to me I just I just tell them and I as I write I write the way I speak because I'm not clever enough to do any other way and there because my shoulder hurts I have already slapped on the painkiller my left shoulder or able to do any more typing today but just what happens fans I've got this little story for you I have no idea how many words it is but I've been mister erected to a Chinese house with an old lady and met a sprayer seen an architect

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🎣 The Fisherman's Catch

A Spoken Story by Michael Casey

I just received a parcel—a little package to my letterbox which wasn't for me. It was every for every office is rubbish! However, I'll forgive him on this occasion. Why? Because the number on the package was very similar to ours, but it was so small. When I went to the right address to stay in the road, I nearly delivered it to the wrong address. I would have ended up delivering it to a Chinese family with lots of details in the window.

As I was outside, I met a guy who was spraying the weeds with a backpack and a spray thing, and he had a big lump on his head. So I says, "Is that available to get rid of mother-in-laws? If I sprayed the mother-in-law, would she go away?" He laughed—well, I think he did! I said, "What's that big lump on your head? Almost banging things." I said, "You should wear a helmet!" So he needs a helmet where he's spraying.

Then I looked again at the parcel package thing, and I realised it wasn't our number, or the number I thought it was. It was another number, entirely different! So I was taking it from our Chinese household to deliver it to an old lady Chinese doll with kids in the window—so she may be a little lady herself as a relative, or she might run a kindergarten, I don't know.

So, I retraced my steps. And as I retraced my steps, a dog barked in the window. It was in the window of the local architect. So I barked back, "Woof, woof!" and the dog barked again. The architect very thought I was an idiot, probably! And then she calmed the dog, and I said, "You should... the dog thinks... deducted dude... so he's speaking to me!" I said, "You should read that book, you know, it's a good book." And then I went away.

I looked together at the food angle. It's a similar number to us, but it's not the one I originally thought it was—it's a different one. So what direction am I going now? Getting dizzy, going backwards and forwards, up and down the street in the sunlight! And there are existing pieces of glass in the road where there has been a crash of some sort, and I noted it up.

So I looked again. Oh, it's this number here! So I went down the road, and it was a female name. I knocked on the door and says, "Is this really you?" Then the door opened. It was a policeman! Yes, it was a policeman who used to be my immediate next-door neighbour many years ago. Now he is in the same street, but he has retired. So I says, "Is this you? This is what... I'm not a woman!" But it's his girl, his wife's parcel. So I had finally delivered to the right place! And he says, "Thank you, Michael," but because the maternity's, it was like it was shouty anyway. So that's how we got that story.

Came home, meanwhile. Came home and the frozen chicken dippers had disappeared from the fridge because I told my daughter from London to take them away to my sister there, Auntie, because they were having brunch. I fell off the taste of chicken dippers! I give them my sister, remarking, "Our free to her fridge, and she could have them because it's a sin to waste food."

But then I remember she might not like them. But she's got this little cat that's trying to break in constantly, so she could always cook them and leave them outside for the little cat. It's just doing psychological warfare, looking through the windows: "Feed me, feed me, I need love!" It's some neighbour's cat in a different place where she now lives.

And that's how I get a story. I don't make them up, they just throw them at me, they are hurled at me! Which is quite funny because on my mantelpiece, I've got a picture of a cat jumping up trying to catch fish, and that is me. I'm a fisherman of words. I just cast my net, I cast my line, and the words appear, and I just drag them in. So that's how I do it. I don't make them up, they just come to me. I just tell them, and as I write, I write the way I speak because I'm not clever enough to do any other way.

And there, because my shoulder hurts, I have already slapped on the painkiller. My left shoulder isn't able to do any more typing today, but that's just what happens, fans! I've got this little story for you. I have no idea how many words it is, but I've been misdirected to a Chinese house with an old lady, met a sprayer, and seen an architect.

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