With his elbow on his knee Curt stared at the still fishing line that was dangling into the clear blue water. Sighing he searched the water for signs of fish but found none. Suddenly, his eye caught a quivering light that attracted him right away; his brain was confused. At first he thought the light was a reflection but the sparkle shifted to a shady spot. Thinking the light might be a flashlight, Curt grabbed his net and waited for the light to shiver closer to him and then he jumped for it with the square net. He surrounded the glimmering shape. As he brought it up out of the water, a huge mouth with one inch long teeth jumped out of the liquid shadows, grabbed Curt by the leg and dragged him down the stream. Curt screamed out to no one in particular “It’s an angler!” In and out of the water his head bobbed, his lungs burned and his leg ached. Sharp teeth clenched deeper into his flesh as the fish dragged him on. His entire back was stretched to its limits because of the speed. If the fish went any faster his back would break! Ahead of him he heard rushing water, seconds later a rock bashed him in the side. Grunting, he held his arm around his sides as he was slammed back and forth by the numerous boulders. Finally, his back slid on rough sand. Curt knew that he water was too shallow for this monster. The fish loosened its grip on Curt’s leg as he desperately gulped in air by opening and closing his mouth and gills. Sighing, Curt heaved the huge fish to shore. The world swirled around him and suddenly went black.
“Curt! Curt! Time for supper!” called a tiny voice beside him. In a flash Curt was up.
“Wa..What..Who? what? Where? When? how? Oh, it’s you, now help me up.”
“But you’re not hurt.” Complained his little sister Maybelle. Curt was astonished as he looked down at his leg. Next he looked for the fish but couldn’t find it.
“Hmm, it must have been a dream.” Curt muttered.
“What?” Maybelle asked.
“Nothing.” Curt answered back. He had hoped to catch a fish today, but all he caught was a dream. | 
