Donald wanted to
go fishing. He asked his father to go with him, but he was too busy to
go. When he asked his mother to go with him, she was washing the dishes
and then going to work. He didn't have any brothers or sisters. “I
guess I'll go myself,” he said.
He went to the
shed to pick up his fishing pole. His dog, Pooch, followed him, barking
and wagging his tail. “Do you want to go fishing with me, Pooch?” The
dog's tail wagged back and forth.
Donald picked up
a bucket and his net and slipped on his fishing boots. They were black
and rubbery and when he wore them he could go out into the water and not
get his pants wet.
They headed for
the lake. Donald found a place to sit on the grass and cast his fishing
line into the deep water. At first he didn't even have a nibble, but
soon he caught a fish.
Pooch thought it
was funny to watch the fish squirming around on the grass. He barked and
jumped up and down, the way dogs do.
hours Donald had caught five fish. “That's enough!” He put them in the
bucket, filled it with lake water and carried it home.
When he got home
he put the fish in the refrigerator and sat on the couch. Pooch jumped
up and sat next to him. “Thanks for coming with me, Pooch. I didn't want
to go alone.”
Donald, his mother and father all ate fish for supper. His mother made
fried potatoes and peas, and a peach cobbler for dessert.
like to eat fish, so he was quite happy munching on a bone.