"Hello, friend! Do you want to go fishing?"
Of course you did. Fishing was all you ever wanted. It made you happy like nothing else ever could.
You set out on your fishing trip, your best friend alongside you, the whole world ahead of you. Nothing could possibly go wrong.
You fished for hours. It was perfect. A time of peace, a time of harmony. You may not have caught any fish, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that you were there, and you were happy.
The day went by. Hours came and went. Finally, a bite. It was a decently sized fish, roughly a foot long, scales shining in the fading sunlight; you pulled it out of the water with no trouble at all.
If only you had realized then the consequences of your actions.
YOU ARE READING
A Fishing Trip
FantasyTeach a man to fish, and he'll eat for a day. Teach a man about the Guardian, and he won't dare eat again. Utter nonsense. But in an almost entertaining way. I hope.
