“I remember this one time when we went fishing and papa….” Sheryl begun and started laughing as she remembered the experience.
“Go on” he encouraged.
“Well papa brought all the fishing equipment; we hired a small fishing boat and went on this small river. Mama stayed on the dock. We must have spent close to three hours and still we caught nothing. When lunch time came we went back to the dock and mama was still waiting. ” she began.
“Mama suggested that we go and have lunch by the restaurant near the dock but papa insisted we were not eating anything until we caught something. We were all hungry but papa had made up his mind. We went out on the river again and after three more hours we still hadn’t caught anything. We went back to the dock and mama said the reason we hadn’t caught anything was because papa was a lousy fisher” she continued.
“How did he react?” he asked her quite interested to know how the story would end.
“He said it wasn’t him but the bait we were using for the fish, he claimed it wasn’t tantalizing enough” she chuckled.
“Fish bait, tantalizing?” Lance said eyebrows raised in amusement.
“Apparently, who knew fish had tastes and preferences? ”
“What happened next?”
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