Going to the Ranger game with my son remined me of a story I told him years ago.
We had gone fishing with my father in law when my son was about 8 or 9 years old. We had not had any luck and we were on our way back home.
He ask me if I ever had pet when I was his age.I told him I had caught a catfish and took him home with me. I told him that I kept him in a rain barrel and would feed him every day.After a while he come to the surface and greet me. Soon I got to were I could pet him and play with him,he was amazed that fish would let me play with him.Soon I would take him out of the water.After that I said he lived under the front porch out of the water and I played with him every day. I even named him Marvel. Then I said nothing else.
About 5 minutes later he ask "What ever happen to Marvel?"
I told that it had come a big rain and Marvel drowned.
The poor boy had been had and he knew it . He laughed so hard he had an asthma attack.
I love messing with kids. Lord help me I am bad.--Poohpa