I saw Whale Woman.
Yes I did. Scouts Honor (I
was a Webelo). Only a few weeks
ago, I visited Stonehenge, outside of London, and there before my eyes was
Whale Woman. I’d heard rumors of
her sinking boats on the Thames, wrecking docks, and blowing bubbles with Loch
Ness, but I never imagined I would SEE her live, and ON LAND no less. To be certain, i even checked my Whale Woman Guide:

I was simply perusing around Stonehenge, staring at the
ogglers, and photo monkey kids taking pictures smoking weed in front of the
Druidish monument, obviously to title the pics ‘Stoned Henge’, on their
myspaces, when there SHE was. Like a jewel in a bag of corn, like a shiny new
nickel in a world of dirty cash—WHALE WOMAN.
She wore a purple tub-top and some weak ass gray pants. I knew it was her b.c. she wasn’t
standing upright, just as the lore tells us she can’t. She was in her typical
bent position; half whale, half woman, with her water spout spewing. I wanted to run up and take a sip, of
that magical fountain of spat-tabulousness, but I didn’t know the affects of
drinking straight from her back.
So I just stood there, and snapped a photo, and kept on, without telling
a soul.
If I could
do it over again, I’d do it so much different. I’d run up and hug her, and hold her and make tea from her
liquid fun, and share the tea with the children of the world. But odds are I will never see her again,
so the best I can do, is share the experience with you. Here is the photo, if you look close, like a doctor, you can see her small stream.