|Not to be outdone, Mr F|
found a rock that looked exactly like a fish.
He finally got one, and showed it to me, and then said:
"Dad, want me to tell you a story?"
I said sure, and he told me the story.
I was amazed. Stunned, literally. I stopped walking and I said what?
He said it again, the whole story.
I said "Sweetie, you've got to hear this," and as they walked back I had Mr Bunches hold up his leaf so I could take a picture of it.
Once they got back to us, I said "Tell them your story, too," and he said it again and Sweetie, too, was impressed.
Here, transcribed onto the picture I took, is the exact story Mr Bunches told us: