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Hooked and Cooked

A Sophisticated Saga of Fish, Feuds, and Unlikely Alliances

By RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTYPublished 3 months ago 3 min read
Art : Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty

In the charming town of Havenbridge, Mr. Harold Angler, a weekend fishing enthusiast, returned home from the nearby river brimming with excitement with a slippery surprise. Little did he know that the innocuous dispute over the name of his catch would escalate into a corporate clash of piscatorial proportions with his wife, Mrs. Gertrude Angler.

Harold, beaming with pride, displayed his finned trophy to Gertrude(Honey, I've angled this trout, and it's ready for your culinary delight) expecting a shared moment of aquatic appreciation. However, the harmony was shattered when Gertrude, a stickler for correctness, pointed out, "Harold, that's not a trout, it's clearly a salmon!"

The living room echoed with the sound of scales tipping in favor of marital mayhem. What began as a minor disagreement over piscine identification transformed into a tidal wave of argumentative proportions. Harold staunchly defended his fishing expertise, while Gertrude, armed with a fish identification book and a sharp wit, declared herself the ultimate authority on aquatic nomenclature.

As the verbal squabble deepened, neighbors peered through their curtains, wondering if this was the beginning of the Angler Armageddon. Little did they know, the battle would soon shift from the living room to the boardroom.

Frustrated with the inability to settle the fishy dispute, Harold and Gertrude decided that the matter required a more sophisticated resolution. Thus, "Harold's Hooked Havens" and "Gertrude's Gilled Gazette" were born – corporate entities with grandiose logos featuring triumphant fishermen and scholarly fish scholars, respectively.

The living room became a makeshift war room. Harold, armed with a fishing rod and a map of local rivers, led his team of angling consultants, while Gertrude, donned in a lab coat and wielding a giant pencil, surrounded herself with ichthyological interns armed with fish encyclopedias.

The fishy feud spilled into the community, dividing friends and family into two camps – Team Harold and Team Gertrude. The local grocery store witnessed a surge in fish-related sales as curious onlookers attempted to brush up on their fish identification skills, unsure of which side to support.

As the dispute gained traction, it attracted the attention of local media. The newspaper ran headlines like "Fish Fight Divides Town: A Tale of Tails Told Twice" and "Aquatic Anecdote on the Brink of a Marital Maelstrom." Social media buzzed with hashtags like #TroutGate and #SalmonSpat, turning the once serene town into a piscatorial battleground.

In a surprising turn of events, local businesses were approached for sponsorship deals, and the mayor declared a Fish Fest – an event designed to celebrate the aquatic diversity of Aquatic Anecdote. The corporate banners of Harold's Hooked Havens and Gertrude's Gilled Gazette were fluttering in the breeze, next to each other in the town square.

The festival day arrived, and the crowds gathered, anticipating the piscatorial showdown of the century. Each booth showcased the angler or ichthyologist's expertise, with interactive displays, fish identification quizzes, and even a makeshift river where participants could try their hand at catching virtual fish.

The judges, a panel of local fishermen, marine biologists, and impartial bystanders, sampled the rival dishes prepared by Harold's Hooked Havens and Gertrude's Gilled Gazette. Tensions reached a boiling point as the fate of the Angler household hung in the balance.

In an unexpected twist, the judges declared a draw. The fish fest had ended in a deadlock, leaving the community in suspense and the Angler household in piscatorial purgatory.

Realizing the absurdity of their dispute, Harold and Gertrude exchanged a glance that spoke volumes. The corporate banners came down, the fishing rods and lab coats were retired, and the couple, once embroiled in a piscatorial power struggle, embraced the laughter that had been missing from their lives.

And so, the Great Fish Quibble came to an end, leaving Aquatic Anecdote with a tale to tell for generations. The lesson learned? Sometimes, it's not about whether it's a trout or a salmon – it's about laughing together, even if it means embracing a touch of aquatic ambiguity.

Piscis est piscis est piscis..


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I am a Humor Writer, a Storyteller & a Poet. I love bizarre, eerie and nonsense.

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