By: Jason Sinkhorn

"There once was a man from Nantucket.....nah that's to
perverted for the ladies...uh...
Once upon a time there lived....to boring
GREAT GRAINS DID YOU SEE THOSE FISH KICKLINE??? yeah
that's more like it"  Jason said to himself while
pondering his next story.  I wonder if these people
ever said to themselves "Where do they come up with
this stuff."  So Jason decided to answer the question.
The answer my dear reader is simple.  There is a
lobe in all brains {even animals} that controls the
flow of lunacy and nonsense.  Some people are just
more in tune with it than others.  We few have a
"gift" if you will.  We are able to not just channel
this lunacy, but also carry it out in legal manners
and without confrontation.  There is your answer now
on with the story. 

One day a few fish got together and decided it would be
a good idea to begin a dance troupe.  They called it
Oceandance.  It caught on very quickly and soon young
impressionable guppies all over were trying out their
fins to do it.  One day a young man, whose name we
will not mention, saw a few of these young fish
performing before a large audience of barnacles.
Michael.  I mean this boy watched carefully.  Seeing
the fish dance was interesting because they had no
hands to use.  He began dancing about the ground,
using only his feet and the bottom part of his legs.
He put his arms to the side and flopped about like a
fish out of water, or in this case, a fish in water.  He
ran to his neighbor's home and pulled his friend
Pollyannlynn to the edge of the water. 
"Look at those fish Pollyannlynn!" He said.
"Yeah they look funny." She said.
He threw her in the water.  He thought they were
beautiful and intelligent and saying they looked funny
wasn't nice.  She swam back to shore and told him that
she was sorry.  He apologized too...to the fish for
scaring them.  Pollyannlynn and the boy danced around
for what seemed like hours.  The next day he brought
some folk  music to the shore.  As he played it he
watched the fish.  No matter the beat of the music,
their fins seemed to be right on it.  He studied them
a while and wrote up a few ideas.  One month after
that he had started his own dance troupe.  He taught
them everything the fish had shown him.  He took
credit for it.  Saying it was just this neat idea he
had.  He was the king of the "fishdance." He tried to
get booked in some local gigs at different clubs in
his area but the name "fishdance" didn't catch on.  So
seeing as his "homeland" held nature so high, he
decided to use the mighty river as the name.  He
called this new type of dance "River dance".  It later
became one word.  He toured all over the world.
Proclaiming to be the "Lord" of it all, he took all
the credit and didn't thank the fish one bit.  He soon
faded away like a sitcom that has morals, quickly.  He
now works as an advocate against Long John Silver's. 
He's a full-time worker at the local "Burgers and
Green Beer" restaurant.  His dance is only seen at
desperate times of boredom for those who bought the
video and the occasional recognition of a drunk patron
who decides to dance on the table. 

The moral:
Taking credit for other's work will only put your up a
creek (no pun intended)