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Donald, Edward, and Carla were big,
brown bears. They sat in the soft green grass near the pond. "I am going
to catch the biggest fish today," Edward boasted. "I’m the best fisherman
in the forest."
"I’m going to catch the biggest
fish! You might be a great fisherman, but I’m better," Donald bragged. He
slipped a slimy worm on the hook and tossed the line into the water. "Just
wait and see. Mine will be the biggest."
"Oh no it won’t! I’ll show you,"
Edward growled. He put a fat, juicy worm on his hook and let it dangle in
the water. "Mine will be the biggest fish."
"You’re both wrong," Carla smiled.
"You two can sit here all day if you want. I know how to catch a fish. I’m
going to the other side of the pond. I’m going to swim around and catch a
fish that way. We all know that the biggest fish stay at the bottom of the
pond."
Donald and Edward laughed at Carla.
"She’ll never catch a fish that way. Every bear knows you have to use a
worm on a hook," Donald said.
Carla jumped into the pond. A wave
of water splashed high in the air. She swam down to the bottom and looked
for fish. The other two bears sat patiently, waiting for a fish to eat the
worm and get caught on the hook. "I’ve caught one!" Edward shouted. His
fishing pole was bent over and he had to struggle to pull the fish out.
"Wow! Look how big this fish is!" He took it off the hook and held it up.
"It’s the biggest fish I’ve ever caught." He was so proud of himself. The
fish wiggled about and tried to get out of Edward’s paws, but he held on
tight and then put it on the grass, away from the water.
A few minutes later, Donald started
to jump around. "I’ve caught one too!" His pole was bent as he pulled and
tugged the fish to shore. "Wow! It’s a big fish. I think it’s even bigger
than yours," he said, taking it off the hook. Donald laid the fish on the
grass next to Edwards. "Mine is much bigger than yours," he chuckled,
feeling very proud.
The two bears sat next to their
fish, watching them wiggle about on the grass. "Look what I caught," Carla
said, dropping a huge fish on the grass next to the others. She shook
herself and water flew out of her fur, landing all over Edward and Donald.
Edward wiped his face. He put
Carla’s fish next to his. "Yours is the biggest fish. My fish was a big
fish. Donald’s fish was bigger than mine, but yours is the biggest of
all!"
That night the bears roasted their
fish over an open fire. "It doesn’t matter who caught the biggest fish.
They all taste delicious," Carla smiled. The others giggled and gobbled
down their supper. |
