The below was written in 2243 by an unknown author called née Little Jimmy.
The below is written by Trout Fishing in America Tribute in the evening of the date aforementioned and also on the sunny morning of the date described after the word mayonnaise.
Two beasts sit on the bank.
“How far should we sail out today?”
Even though 50 metres wouldn’t take them past the pier.
“Should we fish?”
“No. There’s fish at home.”
And there was always fish at home.
“I didn’t bring the rods anyway. I took some bait from home though. Best to keep those little bastards on their toes.”
They listened to the radio as the required time passed that they needed to be away from home in order to have it appear they were hunting (or gathering).
Music was interrupted by the radio host’s voice. Music no more. Host must have knocked a button in-studio. People in-studio chatter.
“Idiots. Fire them.”
Sorry audience, we have had some analogue/digital crossover in that last bracket. Thanks for making contact.
“Hows Beastette?” And Beastette was always good.
The question wasn’t mirrored on account of the Beast-Beastette affair. How Beast and Beast remained friends is a mystery to everyone (beast or otherwise).
“Well, thats enough excitment for an afternoon.”
“Yep. Let’s get back.”
“There’s still fish at home.”
And there always was. No matter how dry the lake.
“Do we have chicken? I’d prefer chicken. A chicken and mayonnaise sandwich.”
“Yeah, we have chicken. But we’ve run out of mayonaise.”
Written 20th, June 2017.