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There was once an old fisherman named Abnor. Now Abnor had never thought about much beyond fishing but he had finaly decided it was time to take a wife. The next morning Abnor woke up very early, which is saying a lot for a fisherman. He headed out to his boat and began to row. He rowed and rowed until he was near to the next island over (oh yeah, Abnor lived on an Island). He rowed his boat up to the shore near a small house.

He watched the house until he saw a man leave. He then crept up to the house and peered through the window. There she was, a pretty lass that was already well trained as a wife. Abnor snuck into the house and hit the woman upside the head with a sap, knocking her out cold. He wrapped her nicely and carried her to his boat where he dropped her with a loud thud. Abnor then headed back to the house to set a small fire so that no one would miss his new bride, thinking she had been burned up. As the fire spread he could hear screams from upstairs. The home had already been engulfed in flames so there was nothing Abnor could do, besides the children would be beter off since they would no longer have a mommy.

Abnor headed back to the boat and began to row it back home. Along the way his bride woke up and began to scream. Abnor tried to calm her down but there was no soothing the woman. So Abnor grabbed a gaffing hook and beat her to death. With a heave he threw her body over the side of his boat knowing that the sharks would eat her. Abnor mused, "Guess some folks were meant to be bacholers".

~The End.