Gran’pa caught three more like the first and then six brown fish, round and flat with one side of them a golden yellow.
While Johnny and Gran’pa were building the fire and cutting sticks to broil the fish on, Janey found some worms and caught five queer fish with holes right through them.
“Aren’t they queer?” she cried as she put her fingers through the holes and carried them over to Johnny.
Gran’ma caught four very fat fish which looked more like balls than fish.
“I don’t believe these are good to eat,” she said as she brought them over to the fire. “They feel so light and empty and puffy!”
Gran’pa and Johnny had by this time fixed the first fish upon the sticks and they were beginning to broil.
Gran’ma sniffed the air. “Smells like they might be good, but they don’t smell like fish!” she said.
When the fish were done, Gran’pa and Johnny turned them over on a clean white stone. “Eggs!” Johnny shouted.
Indeed the first fish were nothing more nor less than ordinary eggs.
The other brown fish, one side of which was golden yellow, turned out to be brown bread and butter when it was broiled.