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It was Eddie's first fishing trip Uncle Jack picked him up early Saturday morning. "Where's the sun," Eddie yawned. "Fish get up early, boy; we want to be there to feed them breakfast." That sounded OK to Eddie, so he sat up in his seat, head back, eyes half-closed, and watched. City slowly turned into countryside and there was a lot to see, including his first sunrise. "That's neat," he said; and it was.
At Uncle Jack's favorite fishing spot, they set up their gear on the bank of the stream. "Are we going to feed the fish now?" asked Eddie. Uncle Jack laughed and nodded Eddie. learned how to bait the hook; he didn't like it much, but Uncle Jack helped him out. "Now what do we do?" Eddie asked. "Now we wait," said Uncle Jack, and sat down. Eddie sat down too, but patience was not his strong point; though he did like looking into the water. "The water almost looks alive," he said. "How so?" asked Uncle Jack. "Just the way it moves," said Eddie, "and the way the sun shines on it And look," he gasped, "there's a fish." It snapped at Eddie's hook and was caught. "Pull it in, Eddie; it's a big one." Eddie didn't move, so Uncle Jack grabbed the pole and yanked a big trout out of the water. "It's a beauty, Ed; it'll taste good."
"Taste good?" "You bet," said Uncle Jack. "We'll clean it and take out the bones and your mom will fix it for supper." Eddie couldn't move for a moment; but when Uncle Jack got the hook out of the trout's mouth, Eddie took a bold step forward. "Can I hold it?" "Sure, boy; but hold tight, he's still squirming." Eddie took the fish gingerly in his hands, turned and dropped it into the water. "Can we go home now, Uncle Jack?" "What are you doing, Eddie; that was a beautiful fish!" Eddie walked back to the car and wouldn't move, so Uncle Jack picked Eddie up in his arms, put him into the car and drove him home. When he got there, all he would say was, "I didn't want to kill the water."
- Numrich
It was Eddie's first fishing trip Uncle Jack picked him up early Saturday morning. "Where's the sun," Eddie yawned. "Fish get up early, boy; we want to be there to feed them breakfast." That sounded OK to Eddie, so he sat up in his seat, head back, eyes half-closed, and watched. City slowly turned into countryside and there was a lot to see, including his first sunrise. "That's neat," he said; and it was.
At Uncle Jack's favorite fishing spot, they set up their gear on the bank of the stream. "Are we going to feed the fish now?" asked Eddie. Uncle Jack laughed and nodded Eddie. learned how to bait the hook; he didn't like it much, but Uncle Jack helped him out. "Now what do we do?" Eddie asked. "Now we wait," said Uncle Jack, and sat down. Eddie sat down too, but patience was not his strong point; though he did like looking into the water. "The water almost looks alive," he said. "How so?" asked Uncle Jack. "Just the way it moves," said Eddie, "and the way the sun shines on it And look," he gasped, "there's a fish." It snapped at Eddie's hook and was caught. "Pull it in, Eddie; it's a big one." Eddie didn't move, so Uncle Jack grabbed the pole and yanked a big trout out of the water. "It's a beauty, Ed; it'll taste good."
"Taste good?" "You bet," said Uncle Jack. "We'll clean it and take out the bones and your mom will fix it for supper." Eddie couldn't move for a moment; but when Uncle Jack got the hook out of the trout's mouth, Eddie took a bold step forward. "Can I hold it?" "Sure, boy; but hold tight, he's still squirming." Eddie took the fish gingerly in his hands, turned and dropped it into the water. "Can we go home now, Uncle Jack?" "What are you doing, Eddie; that was a beautiful fish!" Eddie walked back to the car and wouldn't move, so Uncle Jack picked Eddie up in his arms, put him into the car and drove him home. When he got there, all he would say was, "I didn't want to kill the water."
- Numrich
