Jacksonville, Florida
July 5th, 2009
This never happened before and it’s happening now. I wrote a piece about my brothers’ fighting over the fishing rod. I fixed the writing about 10 times so that it could be perfect. At the last minute I tried to save it, but pushed the wrong button and erased it completely. So here I am at it again, and hoping that I can make it as funny as the last one.
Kevin and Scott have been fighting about who would hold the fishing rod at the boat dock. Then they decided each would hold the rod for 15 minutes, and that I would be the one to check when it’s time to switch.
After the rod situation, then they started blaming each other – who did what wrong because there was no fish coming to taste the bait. Scott threw the line 3 times, and at the third try, the hook got caught under the beam of the dock so I had to run inside to get Papa out to cut the line. Then we found out there was no float hooked to the line, so the hook and bait kept sinking down. We lost the bait because the fishes had a good time feasting on the bait under water, and we didn’t know when to pull it up.
After one hour of arguing, we had to come inside. Dad and I went to the store to buy some float and more plastic baits. In the meantime, the two fishermen went swimming in the pool waiting for the line to be ready again. Dad came back, Kevin and Scott wasted no time trying to grab and hold the dear rod again when I brought it out to the dock.
About half an hour later, Kevin got a crab. He got so excited, jumping up and down, while Scott was croaking again in his usual tone. The crab was about 4 inches wide. We put the poor thing in a bucket with water from the river. I kept watching it so it won’t climb out and run back into the water. It was quite a moment of victory for all of us after the whole long day sitting at the dock arguing and blaming each other( I found out when people get bored, they tend to be less peaceful like Kevin and Scott).
It turned quite windy in the late afternoon.Then it was Scott’s turn; he sat and sat. Nothing nibbled under his command. After two more turns at the rod, Scott gave it back to Kevin. He went inside. Patience is not a friend to Scott. I am also tired so I carried the bucket inside to show to our Grandparents. GrandMa boiled the poor thing so Grandpa could eat, but he didn’t want to. Scott looked worried and very sad – the poor crab had suffered so much. Seeing all his ten legs curling upward in a stand still position, I felt sad too; we should have thrown it back to into the river after catching it. But it was too late now, so I decided to taste the poor thing. It tasted quite delicious!
Tonight, I would say a prayer for the little crab so he can go straight to heaven.



