There was never not a time when a fishing rod wasn’t stapled to Big’s person. Even while he slept, snoring inside of his wooden hut within the forest, the cat hugged the tool close to his person. Inside the quiet abode, a small ribbit echoed down the walls. Froggy, a frog, hopped into Big’s room, landing on his chest. Slowly, the fisherman opened his yellow eyes, a yawning deeply and stretching his arms out.

“Mornin’, Froggy,” The cat stood up, walking towards the entrance and being greeted by a hot sun and serene water. Perfect fishing time. He would plop down on the soft grass, and with a powerful swing, launched the line into the water, already knowing that today would be another great day.