Fishing, again

Fishing, again

I sat on the rock next to the pond, fishing rod in hand, waiting for a fish to take a bite of the dough on the fish hook. I waited for a few hours.

An eagle landed next to me. We looked at each other. The eagle looked at the pond, then dove into the water. There was some thrashing.

The eagle came out of the water, with a large catfish in its talons, and landed on the rock again. It began to eat the catfish.

The eagle stopped said, “Would you like some?” I said, “Sure.”

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