Analysis of Fishing Lesson # 9

I was a good kid, my mother said, take him fishing.
You know that's what he has been wishing.
"Ok! Ok! Were off to fish today."
My Dad taught me lessons #1 to 8. Let me translate.
We caught a bunch of trout and had them for supper.
Was that super. He said lesson # 9 is to dispose of
the bones in the fire or wild animals we would aquire.
I had special plans for my bones. I would put them
under my cot, but I soon forgot, until late that night,
when there was a fight. Three or four skunks were
eating my bones. They weren't all friends I could
tell by there tones. Their tails were sticking up at
the edge of my bed. This idea went though my head.
So I snuck out my hand and grabbed a tail with a jerk.
I was right they all went bezerk. You would've thought
that was a mistake, but it was not. No stink was shot.
And fishing lesson #9 I never forgot.