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 Fishing ... Kind Of Paul One sunny morning I felt a breeze come in my room. I woke up and headed down stairs. I saw my parents and they said that they were going to make a feast. “Woohoo” I said with excitement, knowing what they were going to make made my mouth watery. “It’s not the kind of feast your use to, your going to have to get the food and we’ll cook it.” “WHAT!!!!” “I’ve never done that before” I yelled to them. They gave me a basket and asked “do you know what to do?” “Not really” I answered. They brought me to the area and told me in that pound is what your going to fish up. “It’s so dirty” I said. “That’s why they live there” they responded. They said it’s a different kind of fishing, one that you do with your hands. They said I had to go n the water and catch them with a basket and my hands. “EWWWW” was my reaction. I new I had to do it so I walked in the filthy polluted water with a basket in my hand. Moving around slowly a felt a fish by my thigh. Grabbing it with one arm, It slipped away from me and I fell! My parents were laughing. Looking under water for fish was much easier but hard to see at the same time. “I see a fish!” “I think it’s a cat fish” I yelled. I was running out of breath so I had to go up. When I went up I felt like I had extra weight on my head. Patting my head I felt slime and scales. Reaching for it for the last time, I grasped it and held it tight. Looking away from it, it stopped squirming. I stepped out of the water and stood on a dry area. I went home with the first cat fish in my hand. Knowing I tried my best I got one. Article posted March 31, 2009 at 03:44 PM • comment (1) • Reads 524 • see all articles |
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