THE STREAM IS CLEAR< LIKE A CLEAN MIRROR< BELOW YOU CAN CLEARLY SEE THE SANDY BOTTOM, AND THE PEBBLES ARE WASHED CLEAN AND SHINE<> BRIGHTLY, A RAINBOW TROUT DARTS BY GOING IN AND OUT OF CRACKS< THE COLORS ON THE FISH ARE LIKE EXPLODING CANDLES ON A FOURTH OF JULY< THEY LIKE COLD WATER AND TROUT CAN SEE YOU FROM BELOW!! THEY LIVE IN STREAMS< PONDS <HIDDEN HOLES OFF IN THE CRACKS< > A YOUNG FISHERMAN, A YOUNG BOY WILL SIT FOR HOURS BY A FISHING HOLE JUST WAITING FOR A TROUT TO NIBBLE AT HIS LINE< HE IS A (dreamer) AND HOPES HE WILL HAVE A TALE TO TELL OF HIS FIRST FISHING EXPERIENCE<> THE YOUNG BOY NODS OFF AND HIS (big fish swims by)!!!!!!!
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