Breakfast

This morning I went down to the river to fish for breakfast. I sat at the water’s edge with my fishing line in the water for about an hour, hoping for a tasty catch.

Just then a trout poked its head out of the water. It said, “Um, I wish you wouldn’t do that. Its dangerous for me. Plus I find it offensive.”

I said, “I was just, I’m hungry, and…well…I’m sorry.”

I got up and walked back to my house. I went in.

My wife said, “Any luck?”

I said, “No.”

She could tell I was dejected.

She said, “Alright, who’s up for pancakes?!!”