Meme. Photograph of an American eel underwater, peeking out from some rocks. We'll call him Whumblorn. He looks skeptical about life in general, and about you specifically. His red eye is rimmed in blue, and he seems to be staring right through your chest, like he wants to read the funny thing on the back of your shirt by looking through you. Whumblorn's underneath is a beautiful silver color, and his top is a dull black. Don't judge, though. This seems natural for him, and he is perhaps wondering why your top and bottom are the same colors. You don't get to judge the eels, but they sure as biscuits will judge you. And hard. They didn't swim here from the deep Sargasso to just let you slide by. Whumblorn is here to make you a better person. And that starts with judgement. His eye isn't reading your shirt. It's reading your soul. And he's not at all sure that you're ready for what's coming next. Meme text reads: "Bro. Eels don't have feathers."
In January 1421 a small fleet of Dutch ships arrived in London. And did they bring the eels? Oh yeah.
One ship, belonging to Gerbrand Heykysson, unloaded 400 large eels, 2,700 medium eels, 23,00 small eels, & 6 barrels of salted eels.
Also a small sack of feathers.
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