Chancellor Dave is out on the balcony overlooking the campus. Trixie, the executive secretary, approaches. "Sir, there's a driver who wants to unload a truck load of fish. The cafeteria is closed. Summer Session doesn't start until next week."
"Tell him how to get to the pond. They're not for the cefeteria. They're still alive," Dave declares.
"Alive?"
"For the pond, dear. The students will need them for environmental sciences 102--fishing theory," Dave explains.
"People can get college credit for going fishing?" she asks.
"You got it. And the rods and reels we're selling in the bookstore are at a huge discount. Hell of a deal."
"That sounds dubious, even for around here," she insists.
"Nonsense. Learning how to fish is tough. And most of the students signed up for the companion course, culinary studies lab," Dave explains.
"How to cook them?" she asks.
"You got it. Hurry on, the driver's waiting to stock the pond with all those trout," Dave declares.
"I'll tell him," she agrees. She literally runs into dean of students, Ed, who's putting together a fishing rod in the outer office.
"The truck's here," she says.
"I know. The chancellor and I are in a meeting this afternoon."
"Environmental policy on college campuses," Dave adds. He opens a closet and extracts a fishing reel.
"Oh please," she says.
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