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Inside the cozy living room at dawn, Grandma Puddin hands Amias a tiny fishing hat while Poppi stands beside them smiling. Amias clutches his small bucket, excitement clear on their faces.
Amias bounced as Grandma Puddin handed him a tiny fishing hat. Poppi smiled, "Ready for your big day, champ?" Amias nodded and grabbed his little bucket. Together, they packed snacks and a blanket. "Don’t forget the worms!" Grandma Puddin called. They all laughed as they walked out, excited for the day.
Along a sunny lakeside path, Poppi strides carrying two fishing poles while Amias skips at his side, gripping Poppi’s hand. Morning light sparkles on the distant water and birds flutter overhead.
The warm sun tickled Amias’s nose as he skipped next to Poppi. Poppi whistled a fun tune while carrying the fishing poles. "We’ll catch a big one today!" said Poppi with a wink. Amias stuck close, holding Poppi’s hand tight. Birds chirped cheerful good luck songs. The lake sparkled ahead, waiting for them.
On the grassy lakebank under late-morning sun, Poppi kneels spreading a checkered picnic blanket beside tackle boxes. Amias, tongue poking out, tries to thread a squirmy worm onto his little hook.
Poppi unrolled the picnic blanket and set down their gear. Amias placed his little bucket beside him. "First, let’s put bait on your hook," Poppi showed patiently. Amias giggled, wrinkling his nose at the squirmy worm. "You can do it, Amias!" cheered Poppi. Amias tried, his tongue poking out in concentration.
At the wooden dock, Poppi guides Amias’s small hands as they cast the line into rippling water; the red bobber splashes. Dragonflies hover in warm afternoon light while Amias claps silently.
Poppi gently helped Amias cast his line into the wiggly water. "Splash!" went the bobber, making Amias clap. "Now we wait quietly," whispered Poppi. Amias shushed the giggles bubbling up. Dragonflies danced above the water’s edge. The world felt peaceful and still for a moment.
Seated on the dock edge in soft golden light, Amias watches his red bobber bounce on gentle waves. Poppi leans in close, eyes twinkling, one finger raised to remind patience.
Amias watched his red bobber bob bob-bob. "Poppi, look! It’s moving!" he whispered excitedly. Poppi leaned closer, eyes twinkling. "Be patient, little fisherman." The line wiggled a little more. Amias’s heart beat fast with hope.
Midday sun glints off the lake as Poppi and Amias strain together on the rod. A tiny silvery fish bursts above water, droplets sparkling while Amias grins triumphantly.
Suddenly, Amias’s pole wiggled hard. "I think I got one!" he shouted. Poppi helped him reel it in together. Out popped a tiny silvery fish, sparkling in the sun. "You did it, Amias!" Poppi cheered. Amias smiled wide, proud of his wiggly fish.
Beside an open bucket on the shore, Amias and Poppi kneel posing with the shiny fish, both grinning wide. Nearby, Grandma Puddin snaps a photo with her phone under bright afternoon light.
Amias peeked at the little fish in his bucket. "He’s so shiny!" Grandma Puddin smiled from nearby, taking a photo. "Look at my fisherman!" she beamed. Amias and Poppi posed with the fish, grinning big. The fish wiggled, making them all giggle. "Let’s keep him cool in the bucket," said Poppi.
On the picnic blanket under high sun, Amias munches a peanut-butter sandwich, fingers sticky. Poppi unwraps his own lunch while Grandma Puddin pours lemonade; hopeful ducks waddle near their shoes.
Poppi opened the picnic basket and unwrapped sandwiches. Amias munched a peanut butter sandwich with sticky fingers. Grandma Puddin poured cold lemonade. "Best fishing day ever!" Amias said between bites. Poppi agreed with a happy nod. Ducks waddled up, hoping for crumbs.
A gentle afternoon breeze ripples the lake as Amias stands alone on the dock, casting his line confidently. Poppi watches beside him, proud smile steady, tackle box resting near their feet.
"Let’s see if we can catch a bigger one," said Poppi. Amias tried casting by himself this time. "Good job!" Poppi praised as the line sailed out. They watched the gentle ripples together. Amias hoped for another wiggly surprise. The afternoon breeze felt cool and nice.
In late-day light by the reeds, a green frog lands near Amias’s sneakers with a splash. Amias waves delightedly while Poppi laughs and Grandma Puddin raises her phone for another snapshot.
Suddenly, a frog jumped near Amias’s toes. "Ribbit!" it croaked, startling him. Poppi laughed, "Looks like you made a new friend!" Amias grinned, waving at the frog. Grandma Puddin snapped another photo. The frog hopped away with a splash.
Under a pink-and-gold sunset at the water’s edge, Amias tips the bucket, watching the shiny fish swim free. Poppi crouches beside him, hand on his shoulder, fishing gear packed nearby.
The sun began to set in pink and gold colors. "Time to let our fishy friend go," said Poppi softly. Amias set the bucket gently by the water. He watched as his shiny fish swam free. "Bye, fishy!" Amias called. They packed up their things, hearts happy and full.
Inside Amias’s softly lit bedroom, Grandma Puddin tucks the sleepy boy beneath patterned blankets. She sits on the bed’s edge smiling while Amias talks, miniature fishing hat hanging on the headboard.
Back at home, Grandma Puddin tucked Amias in bed. "Tell me about your big day," she smiled. Amias told her all about the fish, the frog, and the fun. "I love fishing with Poppi," he whispered sleepily. Grandma kissed his cheek goodnight. Amias dreamed of fishing adventures to come.