Little Guy Goes Fishing

Little Guy wanted to go fishing. He loves to sit on the pier and wait for the fish to bite. The only problem is he usually only gets to go fishing when Christopher comes. Christopher plays baseball. He can't come anytime soon.

Sometimes Grandaddy will go fishing with Little Guy. He's not much fun. He usually gets the line hung in a tree or a limb, gets upset and heads back to the house. Sometimes they catch fish but not too often.

Mama never goes fishing. She doesn't like it at all. Gran rarely goes and only with her friends. She won't go fishing with Little Guy.

Aunt JoAnn and Uncle Harold like to fish. Little Guy wanted to fish with Uncle Harold. He can stay out on the pier for hours. It's lots of fun. Aunt JoAnn likes to fish too. Except her ankles have been swelling and she hasn't been able to fish too much lately.

Still, Aunt JoAnn came out to check on Uncle Harold and Little Guy. She watched on the pier for a little while and then she turned to head to the house. Except she stumbled and fell in the pond. Oh, no!

Little Guy and Uncle Harold dropped their fishing poles and rushed to pull her from the muddy water. She kept pushing them away. Aunt JoAnn wanted to get herself out of the water. Little Guy got on one side of Aunt JoAnn and Uncle Harold got on the other side. Finally, they all made it up the bank and headed to the house.

They had to take the water hose and get the mud off as best they good before they could go inside and take a shower. They were all a big mess.

Fishing with Uncle Harold and Aunt JoAnn was certainly an interesting experience.

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