Opening Day, excerpt [Orig, 11-22-2009]
Opening Day (3)
If you want to be successful, it is worth it to look into things, ask a question or two. One time when we were stocking the creek, I thought I’d just ask the man in charge just what these particular trout were used to eating.
“That’s not a question …” My father said, leaping in to defray the situation, and turned to the man, smiling an apology for my forwardness.
Uncle Bunny told me, a week and a half later on Opening Day, that he drove by the fish farm, and tossed in handfuls of Circus Peanuts, and the rainbow trout loved them, and here, he had some in a sandwich bag, which I could try. Imagine! Uncle Bunny having cheated this way! Not merely inquiring about the secret meal of farm fish, but actually going to the farm and getting the fish used to the bait of his choice! I didn’t like the idea of cheating, but I did want to hear more about the fish farm, how far away it was, and what it looked like, and where he parked his car, how he sneaked up on it, and whether there were fences or dogs, and how the fish looked when they came up to eat. He thought I had far too many questions. I suppose he would not want to implicate me, a good girl, in all of that subterfuge, but it seemed to me a fascinating thing to learn about, and if I knew what town it was near, maybe I could ride there on my bike and check it out.
If you want to be successful, it is worth it to look into things, ask a question or two. One time when we were stocking the creek, I thought I’d just ask the man in charge just what these particular trout were used to eating.
“That’s not a question …” My father said, leaping in to defray the situation, and turned to the man, smiling an apology for my forwardness.
Uncle Bunny told me, a week and a half later on Opening Day, that he drove by the fish farm, and tossed in handfuls of Circus Peanuts, and the rainbow trout loved them, and here, he had some in a sandwich bag, which I could try. Imagine! Uncle Bunny having cheated this way! Not merely inquiring about the secret meal of farm fish, but actually going to the farm and getting the fish used to the bait of his choice! I didn’t like the idea of cheating, but I did want to hear more about the fish farm, how far away it was, and what it looked like, and where he parked his car, how he sneaked up on it, and whether there were fences or dogs, and how the fish looked when they came up to eat. He thought I had far too many questions. I suppose he would not want to implicate me, a good girl, in all of that subterfuge, but it seemed to me a fascinating thing to learn about, and if I knew what town it was near, maybe I could ride there on my bike and check it out.
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