Harry’s boys grabbed their gaffs

The younger boy thrust his hook underwater, jerked the hook into the belly of a fish, stopped the fish, turned it on a point of pure agony.
The fish came drifting alongside, languid with shock, avoiding any motion that might make the agony worse.
Harry’s younger boy gave the hook a wrenching yank. The new, deeper agony made the fish walk on his tale, topple into the Mary with a rubbery crash.
Harry slammed the head of the fish with his mighty mall. The fish lay dead.

God Bless You, Mr Rosewater
Kurt Vonnegut

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