On Jon's first week of summer holidays Ben really wanted to go fishing (it was fish without a license week...) We bought a rod, and Jon knew of a good spot behind his old office. It didn't take long at all for the rod to start bobbing up and down with a bite (I think that is fishing lingo?!). Ben was estatic to find the little sunfish dancing around on the end of his hook. He wanted to keep it for a pet of course but we persuaded him to have a good look at him and throw him back in.
As in true fishing form that tiny fish, in subsequently told stories has indeed (by both parties involved) become "THIIIIIIIIIIIIS big!"
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