Tim and his dad went
fishing. Tim had to get on his hands and knees and dig for worms. When
he'd dug up ten worms, he put them in a can.
"Tim, it's time to go
fishing. Do you have your worms?" His dad had a can of worms too. "I can't
wait to catch some salmon in the river.
"I hope I catch a trout. I
have ten worms in the can," Tim said. "My hands are all dirty."
"Wash them and let's go,"
Tim and his dad got in the
car and drove into the hills. They saw a lake. "Do a lot of fish live in
the loch?" Tim saw how big and blue it was. "I hope there isn't a monster
in the loch."
"There is no monster and
we're not fishing in the loch. We're fishing in the river. A lot of fish
live under the water. They swim all day long; that's all they do."
Tim and his dad sat on a
rock and put the worms on the hook. Tim cast his line into the water.
A fish bit the worm on
Tim's hook. "Dad! I have a fish!" Tim pulled the pole up and saw a blue
fish with green fins and tail. "I have a fish!"
Tim's dad didn't get one
fish the whole day long. Feeling rather grumpy, he told Tim he wanted to
go home, so they got in the car and drove back to town.
"I had fun at the lake
fishing, Dad," Tim said. "I know you wanted to catch a salmon, but maybe
"Yes, Tim, maybe next
time," said his dad.