Fish Stick. I think I just heard my daughter shake her head and sigh.
He doesn't look terribly happy about being on a stick but the pond is frozen solid so this may be a better place to be.
I started whittling when I was a young child and carried a pen knife with me until it was decided a few years ago that all knives were evil. I would sit on the steps and make a big stick into a smaller stick.
I carved the body from pine, the fins are painted metal and the floor is a mess again.
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