Donald wanted to go fishing. He asked his father to go with him, but he was too busy to go. When he asked his mother to go with him, she was washing the dishes and then going to work. He didn't have any brothers or sisters.  “I guess I'll go myself,” he said.

He went to the shed to pick up his fishing pole. His dog, Pooch, followed him, barking and wagging his tail. “Do you want to go fishing with me, Pooch?” The dog's tail wagged back and forth.

Donald picked up a bucket and his net and slipped on his fishing boots. They were black and rubbery and when he wore them he could go out into the water and not get his pants wet.

They headed for the lake. Donald found a place to sit on the grass and cast his fishing line into the deep water. At first he didn't even have a nibble, but soon he caught a fish.

Pooch thought it was funny to watch the fish squirming around on the grass. He barked and jumped up and down, the way dogs do.

After three hours Donald had caught five fish. “That's enough!” He put them in the bucket, filled it with lake water and carried it home.

When he got home he put the fish in the refrigerator and sat on the couch. Pooch jumped up and sat next to him. “Thanks for coming with me, Pooch. I didn't want to go alone.”

That night Donald, his mother and father all ate fish for supper. His mother made fried potatoes and peas, and a peach cobbler for dessert.

Pooch didn't like to eat fish, so he was quite happy munching on a bone.