There was a boy who lived in a log house by the forest, near a small river where he sometimes went fishing with his dad. Like most kids, he liked to play in his room and in the playground. He spent his carefree time with friends. He also loved to watch fairy tales and read books with his mom and dad. The boy had a little sister he also liked to play with.
One day, the boy went fishing in the nearby stream. This time he was alone. He had a fishing rod and some earthworms with him. He sat down on the bank where he always sat with his dad and pulled out a jar of worms. They always tickled his hands, and he laughed as he picked one out of the jar.
He hooked the worm and cast the fishing rod. He didn’t have to wait long before the float on the fishing rod sprang up a couple of times and sank back in. The boy struck the rod and pulled out a little green fish. He did not know much about fish yet, but he recognized this one. It was a Perch, as his dad said. The boy always wondered if the Perch fish was related to a branch.
He caught a couple of more fish, but after some time they stopped biting the rod, and the river became a little quiet.
The boy was about to give up and go home when the float on the fishing rod moved.
It sprang only once, and then it began to dive underwater. The boy struck the rod, but it felt as if there was a stone or a large horseshoe attached to the end. The rod wouldn’t move. The boy tried to tug the fishing rod, but with no success. Until suddenly ... The fish, hooked to the rod, began to swim away. The fishing line was rolling out of the reel very quickly with a loud “Trrrrrrrrrrrr!”
The boy didn’t know whether he should find help, run away or draw the fish out. Finally, with a yell, he tried to pull the fish out of the water. He blocked the reel to stop the fishing line, and the rod bent in the shape of a boomerang. The boy felt his feet begin to move towards the bank. He was being pulled into the river!
“No, I'm going to hook you out!” he cried to the fish.
He stood firm and grabbed a chunk of grass with one hand while holding the fishing rod in the other. But it didn’t work! He was still sliding on the bank, his feet already in the water!
But he wasn’t giving up yet. He kept holding the rod with all his strength.
No one knows what would have happened if the fishing rod had not broken. The boy would have probably fallen into the water. But the rod broke in half, and the fish swam away. The boy had his knees immersed in water and was looking at a huge wave made by the fish as it swam away. He thought that he could see its tail, which was as big as his bed in his room. But that couldn’t be possible, because the river was only small!
Excited, the boy ran all the way home.
“Dad!” he shouted. “Dad!”