We just moved into this place and it has a pond. Today I got my pole and fished in it. I caught a small bass on the first cast. It was promising. On the third cast, I hooked a big bass. The hook was easy to remove on this large bass, unlike the small one, which was difficult to remove. I ran into the house with the big fish to show everyone. They were amazed. I returned the fish back to the pond. I caught no more fish. The end.
That was a good story. Honestly, my dad thought it was just wrong. I caught the first fish outta there. I was happy about it. I think I'll make a song about it. "The Happy Fishing Song". Yeah, that's the ticket.
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