I like fish also.
I caught a fish.
A salmon.
In Alaska.
In a little stream.
On my fishing rod.
That I bought in Wal-Mart.
And I ate one of the eggs.
It was slimy.
And I ate the fish.
It was not as slimy.
But it was still fish.
I almost caught another one.
In the Bay.
But it broke the line.
And got away.
The second one was a silver.
Salmon.
But I caught some rockfish.
And ate them.