I took my eldest grandson fishing in Maine when he was four.
When he caught his first fish, a little sunfish, he lost all
interest in further fishing. He just wanted to play with the fish.

After about an hour the little thing was very dead, very dry,
dusty and stiff as a board. Then he wanted to put it back and
watch it swim.

I let him try so he would learn about how things die, and when it
was apparent that the fish wasn't going to swim again, he
remembered that his grandma had promised to cook his fish for him
to eat.

That meant, I told him, that we needed to catch another fish.
The first one wasn't good any longer. This time he succeeded in
catching several and we let grandma cook them for him.

In a few weeks he goes off to college. My, how time flies.

-Raf


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Rafael Seibert

http://www.ralphandsue.com