You were not cut out to be a fisherman and that was very obvious. Your father had forced you down to the lake and left you saying, “Don’t come home until you catch something!”

You were on the docks with your rod when you felt a tug on it. You reeled it in and nearly jumped when a creature came up, biting down on the hook.

It leaned against the dock and stared down at you as it sat between your legs. It dropped the hook, eyes locking with yours.

“Human. Very handsome. Very tiny”