A Fishing Cubs Tales

A small lesson

There are many villages in this world, many with various people, various markets, talents, and resources. Many are not created equal, ranging from just a gaggle of houses to a few hundred people, to large cities in the iron tundras of the world. But it is in a very, very irrelevant village with very, very forgettable people that our tale begins. Born into a family of five, well now six. Locket was probably indistinguishable from any other tabaxi with his white and black fur, bright blue eyes, and a black tipped tail to go with it. The first few months of his life were alright, sleeping half the day and keeping his parents and older siblings up the rest of the time. Let us skip further into his life, past the first few milestones such as walking and talking to around six years of age. He sat at a very small wooden dock, some canoes and dingy's docked there, he was at the end of the dock with a much older, tired looked tabaxi. Locket only knew him as Opa, one of the few village elders still around, and his grandpa. "Why can't I play?" The young tabaxi asked as he looked up to the elder, who's eyes were glued to the water, and horizon ahead. "You need to learn patience, little one." He simply replied, holding a mahogany fishing rod with engravings, that each had a quality from their previous users, it's joints reinforced with iron. Locket however held a rod that was made out of common wood, and held together with basic tools a smith could buy for cheap. The sounds of the water hitting the shore, and children playing in the distance was heard, lockets ears kept flicking as he heard the children laugh and laugh "Opa, we haven't caught anything..." he said as he looked to his lure, off in the water bobbing, its movements almost hypnotic to some. "son, fishing is... a patient mans game" he said to the young cub in a calm, relaxed voice "you cannot order the fish around, you cannot control them. You can only fool them, and most fish aren't dumb" he said to the cub, to which the cub would just pout "why can't I go on the canoe?" He asked, he looked down to his feet dangling off the dock, Opa would just chuckle "I asked the same thing once at your age... only my father decided to let me on once, I almost drowned" he said as he stared at his lure "little ones do not belong out in the water" he finished. Soon a noise was hear that caused both lockets, and opa's ears to shoot forward, The sound of rippling water, it was very very subtle. But it was there, and it was on lockets lure. "Careful little one, once you start reeling it in, it will try to flee" he whispered "be quick, and fast" he said. Locket would simply nod, count to three, and he yanked the rod, quickly starting to reel in whatever he caught, Opa watched on amused, when the lure emerged from the water, it carried a simple trout, few inches long. Not enough for a meal, but it's a start. "Well..." locket looked to the fish "least it wasn't a minnow" he said as Opa chuckled "take the trout to your mother, she can salt and prepare it. I hope you enjoy it" he said smiling softly to locket, who simply stood up, letting out a simple "yes Opa" before running off. Opa would chuckle as he looked to his rod, wondering when he'd pass it on, and to whom?