The Impatient Fisherman
Mr. Wilson decided to go fishing and he promised his wife he would bring her back some fish. So he walked down to the river under the bright afternoon sun and sat down on a rock with his fishing pole. But there wasn’t a fish to be seen. Every so often a little bitty fish would zip by where he was sitting, and he would chase it with his net until he would trip on a rock and fall face down into the water. “Lousy fish!” Mr. Wilson grunted. The day wore on, the sun started to set, and Mr. Wilson still had not caught a single fish. He became frustrated and he was stomping angrily in the water when his next-door neighbor, Mr. Brown and his son Billy, came up to the river’s edge to watch the sunset and catch a few fish. Mr. Wilson didn’t even speak to them as he stormed off because he was frustrated by his wasted afternoon. “Gee!” Billy said. “He’s pretty angry, isn’t he?” “Hungry, I suppose,” Mr. Brown said. “He should’ve waited a bit longer. T...