out behind the *g red barn at the edge of the walnut1 grove2 is a most magnificent pond shaded by an old oak tree. i'll tell you right now, before it's too late. it belongs to mcfeeglebee.
and mcfeeglebee absolutely for*ds fishing in that pond. he's put up five signs to prove it. "before i'll allow any little boys to fish in there," he says, "i'd rather remove it."
"little boys make too much noise. they'd scare the fish, being shouters and laughers and slappers. they'd muddy the water, and leave gum wrappers. no -- i'd be a fool to let them fish in my pool."
__so for a long time nobody dared to fish in that pool. that is, not until little georgie p. johnson decided3 to break the rule. "i'm gonna fish there," he said, "under the oak, where it's cool."
"i'm gonna lie down with my knees in the air and the pole through my toes and doze4 like a lazy catfish5 in summer. nobody will catch me. i'm a fast runner.
*ryone warned him. "a pool is not the sea. you can't fish for free, it's stealing. besides, there's all sorts of surprises in mcfeeglebee's pond. nobody knows just what is in there besides fish and old shoes and the things people lose. you'll catch something *erous so you'd better beware. fish in that pond? i wouldn't dare!"
but little georgie p. johnson just wiggled his nose and pretended not to hear, as if he had molasses stuck in his ear. of fishing he was very fond, why should he fear mcfeeglebee's pond?
__so early one morning with his pole in his hand, he crept past the red barn on mcfeeglebee's land out to the edge of the grove to the pond, where he baited his hook, sinking it deep. then georgie p. johnson fell asleep.
all of a sudden with a bob and a jerk, the fishing line woke him. grab*ng the pole and holding on tight he used *ry muscle to fight what was without doubt the *ggest of trout6.
he pulled ten minutes before seeing that what he had caught was not a trout, but a huge grisly catfish. how could he have been so wrong? its whiskers alone were a foot long!
he dug in his heels, held on *n tighter, nobody could say he wasn't a fighter. the water seething7 and boiling, turned bright red then dark as that grisly catfish became a shark.
__a shark twenty feet long with a mouth like a barrel and teeth that could *te. that was a sight! but with a splash of its tail it turned into a whale.
_ __