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There were these three herons walking down the road one day.
Oh, the chatter. Good grief. Like old men swapping stories exaggerating, and one-upping each other mostly about the biggest fish caught.
One said "I've been to Italy."
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The Second said, "No way. Do you realize how far Italy is from here? You can't fly that far."
One said: Yes I can. See how sleepy my eyes look?
The Third one said: If you really went there, tell us what fish you ate.
One stood still, his eyes swaying to the side. "I had the nicest waiter bring a platter of shrimp and scampi. They were served in the shell and with the heads still on. So juicy. That was my first day. Well, you can see why I chose to stay for a few more days."
The Second said: "Were they served fresh?"
One: "I couldn't have plucked them from the water any fresher."
Third leaned closer: "What else did you eat?"
One bent his beak to his feathers and wiped drool: "Let's see, there was an Albacore tuna confit. "
Second: "Longfin tuna? I love that!"
One: "I was treated like a Caesar. with a plate of rustic, roasted red mullet fillet, served on a bed of potatoes, fennel, olives, capers, and parsley. The right amount of salt, garlic, I can still taste it."
Third: You mean you were treated like a mob boss, right?
One: No. Sheesh. Then I had sea bass with celeriac puree, wild sorrel, and a smoked sauce.
Second: The sauce looks like spit!
One: Cut it out. It's suppose to look like sea foam. That's all right, I was the one who tasted the sweetness, the smokey clams in the sauce. Unbelievable."
Third: "Stop! You're killing me."
One shouting at second who is running away: "Hey, where're you going?"
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