🎣The big Catch🦊
One lone summer morning down by the lake, Tyrone was fishing. Boredom had struck hours upon hours ago, maybe even days ago (at least what it felt). Heavy tugs were made on the rod. Tyrone grabbed the rod and heaved the fish out of the lake. Retrieving it from the hook he gasped in shock, it was … tiny. Tossing it into the kete he felt disappointed, he had to feed the whole tribe with a 2mm long fish (actually about 5cm long).
There it was “nnnhhh, nnnhhh,” (high pitch).
Slowly climbing through the bushes Tyrone had found a fox. Prepared to stab the beast he decided to free it from the ankle trap that had caught him. Slowly releasing him, the fox leaped into battle stance ready for a fight. It was angered, ready to remove the skin of someone's face. It attacked and clinged to his chest ready for food.
“Sniff, Sniff,” a scent whisked by luring the fox away.
Tyrone followed through the bushes and found the fox at the kete. Trying to scare it off he thought to himself, “If I don't have the fish my dad will kill me.”
The beast whipped the fish from the basket and leaped out of sight. Beginning to chase along he gained sight of the target. He ended face to thorn with a giant bush. The fox had already escaped through the tunnel. He turned back to the tribe but thought again about the food. He had only made his mind up halfway through the bush. He stumbled through the other end and got his foot caught. He tugged and eventually popped it out.
In aching pain he jumped onto the foxes hiding log and scanned for the orange dog. It was haere, gone. Then out of nowhere, the fox jumped out of the top and scorpioned the kid into the ground. Getting up with the taste of dirt and worms he carried on through the bushes. Running through bushes, climbing on trees, swinging on vines, he was determined to kill the fox for the fish. Catching the fox he dived on top of him locking him in position. The fox was curled into a ball unable to escape. Finally the fox reached out from the boys chubby build and began climbing the hill.
“Uhh huuhu uhh,” hours upon hours of climbing and it had only just reached the clouds and the top. Sprinting over to the edge there he was, the fox. The fox still had the fish but not for long, he threw it off the cliff. The mountain started shivering and the clouds began to clear. The side of the cliff where the fox tossed the fish turned out to be a ginormous lake. Tyrone was speechless at the masterpiece of the foodfull lake but that wasn’t even the best part, there was a massive Magikarp (useless water pokemon) in the lake. The fox came and obtained his attention with a stick. Tyrone grabbed it and snapped the twig from the stick. Tying a rope n hook around it he cast it into the lake and waited and waited and waited. Finally the fish was caught and the tribe was now known to be fed
Heading back for the village Tyrone dropped another small catch into the fox's mouth. It was then when the fox stayed. Tyrone carried on not realizing but then, the fox turned to his … spirit animal.
