the catch

                 The Catch.

I was a boy that needed some fish for the village.  While I  was sitting there I had a sad and boring expression on my face.  Then I saw that my line was  being tugged by something so I pulled the line in and I was surprised and disappointed at the same time because I had caught a fish but it was too small.  That would not  feed the whole village.  It would not even feed me!  

Then I heard  a yelp. I was feeling worried,scared,and strangely,  brave.   I went through some bushes  and I saw a fox.  The fox was  bright golden orange.  It’s eyes were brown.  It was stuck on a rope so I pulled my knife out  of  my pocket.  The fox turned it’s head  round and I think, I really think, that  it thought I was going to kill it  but I cut the rope and it jumped on me and pushed me over.  Then it was  like it froze.  It was sniffing.  It could smell the fish.  The dead fish in my basket.  It ran off so I chased after it.  I had to climb under stuff, over stuff, through stuff and  around stuff  but I made it.  

Then I stomped on the ground and the fox turned around and through the fish somewhere. I was puzzled   so I looked where the  fox through it and wow! I was amazed!   This huge fish flies over my head.  The fox gives me a stick.   I tie my rope to the stick  with a hock  on the rope and I catch the huge fish and a little fish too.  The fox and I  walked back to the village. I gave the little fish to the fox and walked away. The fox turned into dust  because it got what it wanted.  That day the fox taught me    how to feed the village.