As a playground-bound toddler I've seen toys from gravity-defying swings to the centrifugal madness of the (un)merry-go-round but little has yet captivated me quite like the native Northwest Stony Salmon.
I know I just said "salmon" when the headline said "trout," but it really was a salmon as best I could figure and "trout-mouthed" just fit the acoustics of the headline so forgive the inconsistency. It was an intentional alliterative device you see.
I'm not sure if this qualifies as a rock fish, but I don't much care. It's smooth and really sturdy with a fun slide carved conspicuously through the gullet. This slide enables visitors the luxury of experiencing the journey of a mosquito through the digestive process without all the hassle of actually being eaten.
In the name of journalistic exploration I was more or less forced to monopolize the attraction until a thorough understanding was achieved. I felt kind of selfish about hogging it all to myself but if no one takes all day on it, how can a conclusive report on the matter ever come forward, you know? So really, I was being selfish for the greater good.
While the benefits are clear and can almost entirely be ascertained with a simple peep at the promo shots, the shortcomings are less apparent and indeed bear mention.
Stone feels less than good when head-bonked or fallen upon.
Mega-giants, basketball players and others exceeding the four foot height mark may find it a bit confining.
It is so outrageously fun and popular that you may end up waiting many hours or days just to enjoy your turn.
Whomever invented fish in the first place is worthy of praise indeed, may you find Him now.
This, I'm told, is by FAR the best shot of me and the fishy toy.
Printer Friendly Page
Send to a Friend
