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Let's Go Fishing!



Little Guy jumped up and down. He was so excited! Christopher was coming and they were going fishing. Little Guy doesn't really go fishing. He doesn't like to fish. But he really, really likes to follow Christopher around and watch him fish. That's a lot of fun.

As soon as he arrived, Christopher grabbed a bunch of fishing gear Grandaddy keeps in the garage. He headed for the pond, with Little Guy and Sunshine right behind him. They all hopped onto the pier to see how the fish were biting from there. When Sunshine was a baby, she saw the fish and jumped into pond to try and catch one. Little Guy would never do that. He doesn't even like to swim.

They didn't stay on the pier very long. Christopher said the fish weren't biting. So they headed around the pond and toward the dam. Little Guy stepped too close to the water and his feet got dirty. Eww! Mud squished between his toes.

Christopher cast into the water and a fish struck the line. He waited. Pretty soon he had the fish on the hook and was reeling it in. Little Guy and Sunshine cheered him on. Sunshine wanted to help. Little Guy just jumped up and down. He didn't want to touch the slimy fish.

They fished until it was time to go eat. Little Guy told Mama all about the fish Christopher caught. He opened his little arms as wide as they would go. "That fish was this big, Mama," he said.

Mama just chuckled. "Sounds like you had a good time," she said.

"I sure did, Mama," Little Guy told her. "We have so much fun when Christopher comes. I wish he could stay here all the time."

"Me too, Little Guy. Me too."

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