Eddie, Full of Pecans

Eddie, full of pecans, flew the coop down to the fish monger's hut where he remembered he 'd left his remote control helicopter. Raoul Number Eight, the fish monger, was standing outside his hut chopping the heads off of Paper Fish. "Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty, forty-one" Raoul Number Eight counted until he noticed Eddie standing in front of him "Whatcho want Eddie? I ain't got time to play today. I've got to chop the head off of all these fish before sundown or Gramps will have my head on a pike!"

"Do you have my helicopter" Eddie mumbled, his gaze locked with the forty cloudy eyes that stared up at him from beneath Raoul Number Eight's chopping block. The fish heads seemed to vibrate like plucked strings on a guitar, their scales twinkling in the sun just now setting at the edge of the Spoolman Sea. Eddie wondered if his head would ever be removed from his body in such a casual fashion. His neck began to sweat and he wished he had a duck feather cigarette to calm himself.

"I got your 'copter man - it's back at the shack" Raoul said, trying to pull Eddie's gaze back to his own. "I can't leave until this is done though, so if you want it back, better you grab a knife" Raoul Number Eight pulled out a rusted blade that had been tucked into his long, scale-caked apron and presented it to Eddie, laid out on his arm like a bottle of '76 Le Fete Rothschild. "Start choppin' young gov'ner, start choppin'…"