Buried in Concrete

Jonathan got really excited about the pike. “My wife Mary and I have cooked a lot of fish on a lot of beaches, but never in Toronto. When did you catch this thing? It smells a little fishy.”

“Oh, it’s good. I caught it a few hours ago.”

Sam said, “Like eight hours ago, and it was buried in concrete. Don’t eat that thing.”

“Buried in concrete?”

“My cousin Sam’s a bit of a hippy. She thinks we’re all getting buried in concrete.”

“I hope that fish kills you.”