Put feet into FlipFlops this morning to Wade the ocean floor. (Didn't want to step barefoot on a StingRay, you know.) Passed a big purple fish laying eggs in an old oyster bed. Thought: "that old fish wants to bite a worm." Soon it will be gone, no more fish. It will swim up to the surface around the roots of a bunch of tupelo trees and wait for a hapless dragon fly to land. These old Purple fish find food among roots while roots eat long gone Purple Fish.