6 July 2007
by Emily Rose
There once was a young boy, who went to visit his grandma in Florida once every year.
He enjoyed getting to see his grandma, but he especially liked going to the dock and watching people bring in their catch of the day.
On one particular visit to the dock he saw something he’d never seen before.
An octopus.
Now, he never got close to the man with the bucket of octopus, but he knew what it contained.
The reason he knew there was an octopus inside, was because some of its legs would flop themselves over the edge and stick to the side of the bucket. Then the rest of the creature appeared, over the top.
The man had to stop, set the bucket down, peal the brute off the side, and stuff it back into the bucket of water.
When the boy got back to his grandma’s house, he had quite fun telling her all about his adventure.
The boy, of course, grew up, but he never forgot about the time he saw the octopus in the bucket.
This story is based on a story that my Daddy told me of when he was a little boy.
