I told Uncle Tibbs about my recent ice fishing trip and how I failed to catch any fish. Let me just say that as a bear, it is a bit embarrassing to return from a fishing trip empty-pawed. That is something all bears should be able to do. Perhaps Uncle Tibbs could give me some tips.
“Hmm… don’t get too down on yourself, Ajdin,” Uncle Tibbs tried to cheer me up. “It happens to everyone sometimes, myself included. Fishing, just like any other skill, takes lots of practice and patience if you want to get good at it. But I do have some tricks I could show you.”
He took out a small pouch shaped like a fish.
“I’ll tell you one of my fishing tricks, Ajdin, but you have to promise not to tell anyone, bear or non-bear,” he said.
“I won’t tell anyone,” I said. “This is just between you and me and no one else. I swear on my last bottle of honey,” I said. (That is the biggest swear a bear can make).
“Inside this pouch is very special fishing bait. It’s almost… like magic.” Uncle Tibbs’ eyes grew wide. “Let’s put some bait onto your fishing pole. Good, now we sit and we wait.”
He sat me on his lap.