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 The Fisherman He gets dressed into his white fishing hat he bought a few years earlier. He got his black turtleneck sweatshirt and his brown trousers. He always wears his gumboots and always brings his rod. Barry always goes in spring. “This is going to be great!” Barry said with enthusiasm. So Barry set off. He always brought a few pieces of bait so he could catch a fish to use as bait. He only brought a few bits because he was such a great fisher (that’s where practice, practice, practice comes in). “Yes, I’ve got a fish on the line!” Barry exclaimed. Barry tugged and tugged. The fish tugged and tugged. But Barry tugged harder and he got what he wanted. The fish! “Sorry little fella,” Barry said apologetically. Then he used the fish for bait. Barry waited and waited unto he felt a tug on the line. It was no ordinary tug. In fact Barry fell in the water and came face to face with the biggest trout he’d ever seen. The trout opened his mouth and Barry fell in. “Aaaarrrrrggghhhh!” Barry screamed. As Barry fell in the trout’s mouth began to close. Barry remembered something he had learned in the past. What Barry remembered was how to get out of a whale’s mouth. Being in a colossal trout’s mouth wasn’t much different. So Barry walked to the side of the trout’s mouth and tickled it. He walked to the other side and did the same. Then he went to the middle and did it once again. Then the trout spat and out flew Barry. “I did it!” Barry yelled, very bubbly because he was still in water. He swam out and grabbed the side. He climbed out and set off home. Barry, I can tell you, is going to remember this story for ever. 
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About the Blogger In my family I have 2 bothers (brothers) and my Mum and Dad I love violet, chocolate, my friends,my family and....BOOKS!!!!! |
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