The Curious Case of the Indecisive Shark

Legs. Sprouting from above. Some long. Some short. Some thin. Some fat.

But what difference should it make? I'm hungry and I've just landed myself a human buffet. Focus, I tell myself, keep your eyes on the prize.

I decided it's best to stay low. We all know how humans get when they see a fin break the surface.

I look up. My mouth waters- not literally, of course, 'cause I'm underwater.

There are just too many options. I don't even know where to start. It makes sense that I should go for some long legs, right? But the longer the legs, the more of a fight they'd be able to put up. Alright, long legs are off the table.

How about short legs?

Too difficult to get a hold on.

Thin legs?

I'll pass. The meat-to-bone ratio is horrible.

Fat legs?

Nah, way too much meat to chew through...

...you know what, fuck it. I'm going home. I'm not even that hungry anyway.