Fishing, how calm it was, Arthur thought as he threw the fishing line into the lake. Mr Pearson was complaining that the camp needed food, so why not go out and fish? The day was beautiful and everything was going well, it would be fun.

The lake was calm, there were some fish in a bucket that Arthur managed to catch after some effort, everything was fine... Until he felt something pulling the line. He pulled the fishing rod, but God, the fish was resisting too much, and it was too strong, too strong for a fish...