"So I said, 'Dad, what is going to happen to those fish heads and shrimp shells that you are dumping in the pot?' And he said, 'I am making stock for tonight's fish stew.' 'And after that,' I ask. 'What happens to them when the stock is done?' I expect he is going to say something about grinding them up but Dad, my wonderful Dad, stirred the pot, looked at me and said...
...:"{Why the White Dog Army will enjoy fish heads and shrimp bones for dinner!"
"Momma, I am SO happy! But I cannot tell the others because it is a surprise.
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