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Josh is headed for his first fishing expedition with his parents to Fishy Lake when it starts pouring heavily. Read further to find out Josh's tryst with fishing and the adventure that unfolds...
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Josh Robbins And The Bluegill Vaishali Shroff
Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr – the stir from the blender could be heard across the courtyard fence as Steve was busy making Josh’s favorite fruit punch along with some Oreo cookie thick-shake for Martha. The aroma of freshly baked chocolate cookies drifted from the kitchen and filled the house, which was abuzz with activity on a perfect, sunny, and lazy Sunday morning!
It had not rained since last morning and the weather forecast had been kind enough to predict no heavy showers for the next 48 hours. Josh could not contain the excitement of going on his first fishing expedition. He was ready hook, line, and sinker – his favorite Bugs Bunny hat, an extra pair of Tees, shoes, his sketch book and crayons.
“Come on honey, it’s time to leave,” shouted Martha across the stairs that led to Josh’s room.
Dressed in a white T-shirt, which said “I am game”, and his bag loaded on his back, Josh ran down the stairs, out into the courtyard, and right into the rear seat of the wagon.
Martha collected the food container, her sun glasses, and hat, whereas Steve carried his fishing equipment – angler, fishing line, sinker, bait, hooks, a knife, plier, skews, and last but not the least a box of matchsticks to light some fire in case they got lucky with some fish!
The engine started and the wheels of the wagon rolled towards the Fishy lake, about 75 miles north of their town, Pompom. The drive to the lake was long and winding and Josh could not help but notice the different shades of green along the way. Singing and discussing their day, they finally reached the lake.
The view was spectacular – a lovely blue lake surrounded by lush green hills and tall trees that one does not usually see in Pompom.
“Here, this looks like a big enough rock to fish from. Martha, why don’t you and Josh set up the tent, while I move there with the fishing equipment?”
They had barely started to fish, when it started to drizzle.
“Dad, what do we do now!” scared that his first fishing adventure would be shelved.
“Don’t worry Josh, this seems manageable – let’s fish until it rains heavily.”
Both father and son were eagerly waiting for a fish to fall prey to their bait, while Martha arranged the tent under the light showers. Suddenly, they felt a tug at the fishing line – they had trapped a Bluegill!
Josh was ecstatic. They took the fish towards the tent, where Martha had already started preparing the grill for cooking the Bluegill. Admist the drizzle, the trio devoured the fish along with the other eatables. Josh walked towards the lake, enjoying his catch while staring at the beauty that lay before him.
All of a sudden the drizzle turned into a downpour and Martha and Steve scampered inside the tent.
“Where’s Josh?” screamed Martha. They looked for Josh but he was not around. Josh had walked a bit too far and suddenly found himself in the middle of nowhere!
He looked around but found no trace of his parents. He kneeled down, covering his face with his hands and started crying. The weird noises in the jungle had sent a chill down his spine.
“What do I do now? Oh God, how do I find my way back to my parents. Please, help me!”
“Meowwww….meow” – between the gaps of his fingers he noticed a cat staring back at him! The cat had been following him all this while!
Josh’s face lit up – he had a brilliant idea. The earth was wet from the rain and he thought of tracing his path back to the tent by following the footprints of the cat’s paws!
The cat started following him again. He kept his gaze firmly on the ground and finally caught sight of his drenched parents who were frantically looking for him. He ran towards Martha who hugged him tight.
“Where have you been? We were very worried about you. Don’t you dare walk away like this without telling us, OK?”
The cat was still standing behind him, looking intently at Josh with its big, green eyes.
“Where did you find this cat?” asked Martha.
“This cat had been accompanying me all along. I traced its foot-steps back to the tent. I still wonder why it has been following me. But isn’t it adorable, Mom – can we take it home?”
Martha gleamed, nodding her head.
Just then something fell down behind him – it was the Bluegill’s bone that had been stuck to his pants all this while!
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