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by Davis Hitch
Lion fish, the hunters of the sea. Stealth ninjas of fish.
My father, the directer of the museum, set up a tent outside. We were brought some lion fish and started to dissect them. It was disgusting but fun. We'd take a knife to its stomach and cut till our hearts content. We were required to cut out the stomach and reproductive organ to see if it was a boy or girl. We looked at the contents of the stomach. Many people almost fainted. All in all it was fun and an exiting time.
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