I was choking. I tried to kick, but the man was standing on my legs. His weight was too much to bear And I feared that shovel would dismount onto my head And split my skull if I provoked him any more. I tried to yank the fish out again but it struggled. It attached its jaws to the opening of my throat and it would not budge. I yanked. And I screamed. And my mother came rushing into the room, tripping over her feet.
