Squeakums had his third birthday and received a kid's fishing pole from daddy. He excitedly went down to the pier for a first attempt at real fishing. As daddy cast and reeled over and over again, Squeakums liked to let his bait (cheese) just wait while he sat on the stony beach. On his final cast, both parents were silently praying that he'd catch something. The young fishermen all around us were pulling fish in left and right, while we had nothing yet. Then there was that familiar tight line. And a slow reel in revealed a nice sized flounder. Good job, buddy.
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