This morning during a spirited discussion with my husband about the relative toothedness of certain animals, I made a very thorough mispronunciation of salamander. It came out as samonander, which David thought was funny. Out of this tongue tie was born Mr. Salmon Anders.
Mr. Salmon Anders is recently retired. He worked all his life as an accountant in an obscure firm. We decided he lives at 107 Creek Lane, and spends his winters in a condominium on Oceanic Avenue.
He is now pursuing woodworking in his golden years.
This is his wife, Salmon Ella. She is a bit past her prime, but can still make a lovely batch of cookies. Just don't eat the raw dough, I would not trust it.