The slight breeze ruffled my hair, as I reeled my line back in. I sighed impatiantly as I looked at my friend Micheal. He looked kind of zoned. But, i thought, that's what comes form trying to fish in a swamp!
"Hey mike?" I asked. He looked like he had just woken up.
"why are we trying to fish in a swamp?" I asked.
"This is not a swamp!" he snapped in his usual know-it-all tone.
"It's a pond." I just sighed, and returned to my bobber.Only, I couldn't see it anymore. All i was was tired, so I didn't notice what this meant. Instead, i tried reeling it in again. It wouldn't budge.
"Hey Mike!" I shouted, "I think i got something!" He rushed right over, and started helping me reel it in.
"I saw a huge fish in here once," he started, "And I think you might have cought him!" Well, we kept straining at rhe reel, and it started to come toward us. We got over ecxited, and pulled even harder, and after all our efforts, the bobber came up...covered in seaweed. I shoved the rod into Micheal's hand, and in a huff, i headed home.
(p.s., this is a work of complete fiction )
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