Now the whole house smells like salmon.
15 pounds, no lie. I’ve heard tales of bigger fish, but those stories have a way of growing with the telling. It was so big I couldn’t bear to eat it, so instead I brought it to Bree-town to have it preserved and stuffed with… stuff. (The Men of Bree will do anything for a price.)
Lilyberry pointed out that as she loves salmon, I should save the next one for her. She could finish it off in about ten minutes.
