Ed frowned. He despised being called a shrimp. And here he was. How did he end up like this? Oh yeah...Now he remembered ...he was offered two klondike bars.
A little girl walked up to him. She was shorter than him thankfully. She has black hair and blue eyes.
" Hi there mister shrimp."
Ed twiched. " Hello little girl." How did he get convinced to stand in a fish market dressed as a shrimp? Oh yeah...He had forgotten that he was offered two klondike bars again...he sure did have a baaad memory.
" You look funny in that shrimp suit." said the girl.
" Yes I KNOW that I look funny." Ed replied.
The girl looked angry. She held out a pulmp pink shrimp that she had probably gotten off of the counter top.
" Talk to it!" she demanded.
" How?"
" Shrimp language! Duh! Talk to the shrimp!" she roared.
Ed frowned. He only knew english. Maybe he could enroll in some night classes to learn shrimp language...?
" Um...Hi there Shrimp" said Ed feeling incredibly stupid.
The shrimp did not reply. It just kinda...sat there...being all shrimpy and pink and stuff...
" Um...How do you do? Read any good books lately?" asked Ed.
The girl frowned and observed Ed closely.
" I don't think you're a real shrimp at all!" she said.
Ed put his head in his hands. This was going to be a looooong day.