[ IP ] Can anyone write a short story about this image ( Beast of Hoboken ) ?

Wheezing heavily, the creature dragged itself from its watery tomb. What kind of beast would have gills but be unable to swim? is what it would have thought to itself, had it been capable of thought, had the pale husk of life had a brain with which to think. 
 
 It had found a lazy ( or perhaps inattentive ) fish drifting along the shallows. Tonight it would n't rest hungry. 
 
 The greasy feathers, slicked down by the venture into the lake, ruffled slightly. The abomination was slowly coming to a decision. It decided comfort was more important than ease of escape, and slid silently into the water again. 
 
 A lone gunman stared down his sight at the slowly receding ripples on the oily black surface of the water. Lowering his gun, he sighed. He did n't know what it was that stopped him pulling the trigger. Pity? Maybe, at least in part. Although he knew that if he felt true pity he would put the beast out of its misery. But he knew it was mostly pride. He could n't bring himself to destroy something he created, no matter how flawed. Maybe conceit would be a better word. Every night he had come down here, prepared to shoot and left it too late. Perhaps next night it would be different.
