Left alone to wander about! Dad’s building a new house but the house we were staying in for the summer was out in the woods. This is what any adventurous nine year old boy would want! And wander I did, about one kilometer away down to a river.
I had to see, I had to look. As I approached the river from above, I saw a fish – a beautiful fish. The most beautiful fish I had ever seen!
I crawled down the embankment, sneaking so slow, so very, very slow. Quiet, so quiet, not so much as a pebble was disturbed. Approaching this magnificent fish, I realized I wanted to catch this fish! But how? How could I catch this beast? I had a brilliant idea. Get a pot. Scoop the fish.
Slowly I went up the embankment. Not a pebble was disturbed. Then I ran – ran back over the bridge. Back up to the house we had rented for the summer.
“Mommy, Mommy, I need a pot.”
“Yes, yes, just be quiet or you’ll wake up your brother.”
In the cupboard shiny pots but in front of me was a French fryer basket. This will work!!
I ran back as fast as my little legs let me. I ran across the bridge. Then down the embankment slowly, so slowly – not a pebble was disturbed.
The fish, that magnificent fish was still there! I moved fast. I scooped that fish up and ran. Up the embankment, over the bridge, away from the water and then stopped to look at my prize.
It just lay there. What is wrong with this fish? My beautiful fish is dead? My eyes teared up. How could this be? It was alive in the water but now this.
Puzzled I walked slowly to the house. Almost there, the fish, my beautiful fish, woke up! Asleep, surely somehow my prize had been sleeping. It thrashed around wildly. Just like a fish is, well, supposed to. His beautiful colours glistened in the sun.
I presented my fish to my utterly surprised mother. My rainbow trout was on the menu that night. This was going to be a great summer!

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