A Fish Wish
Our ship sits in fog. I am sad, for I can not see any fish in fog, and it is my wish to catch a big fish.
As I wish for sun in the chill, dim hush, Dad yells. “Tish! Get a mop. We can’t fish, but we can mop decks. We can dab muck in gaps to fix the hull. “I wish I did not have to dash to get a mop and a tub of muck, which I’ll use to fill holes in the hull. But, the sun is not up yet, so I get a mop and a tub of muck.
Dad asks, “Can you fix a mesh net? It has a big gash in it.” I pick up the net and rush to find a sewing kit. I wish I did not have to patch a net. Fog has us shut in and we can not fish, so I patch the gash in the mesh.
I am in shock. The sun has gotten rid of the fog! I fetch a pole and net. Will I get my wish and catch a big fish? I shut my eyes and wish for a bit of luck.
We pass wet rocks. Ducks dip, gulls chat, and shells catch the sun. A fin pops up. It is a fish.
“Dad!” I yell. “It is a big fish!” I tug. The fish tugs back, but I win. With a tap, a large cod hits the deck. It fills a net and rips the mesh. But I am not mad. I got my wish to catch a fish.