Today I went ice fishing in search of some fresh, tasty fish. My mouth was just watering at the thought of some nice fresh fish, so I went outside and found a nice icy patch, broke some ice, and waited with my fishing pole.
Then I waited some more… my tummy was grumbling now.
And still I waited. But no luck. I didn’t catch a single thing and came up empty-pawed. However, the humans I know seem to be quite clever and they cooked some salmon for dinner. It was beary delicious!