What is this fiction about ice fishing? Everyone knows the world’s ice has disappeared.
She begins chopping the hole and a thunderous voice from above says "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE" She looks around and sees nobody and finishes chopping the hole.
She sets up her tent and seat, drops a line in the hole and waits while jigging the pole up and down.
A few minutes go by and again a thunderous voice from above says "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE" she looks out the tent and sees nobody around so she goes back to fishing.
A few minutes go by and again a thunderous voice from above says "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE" she looks up and says, "God is that You?"
The thunderous voice from above says "NO, IT'S THE RINK MANAGER, THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE"