Sunny Boy waited and waited. A yellow butterfly came and sat down on a blade of grass near him. Sunny looked at it more closely—it was a funny butterfly—a funny butter—
Splash went his rod and line, but he never heard it. Sunny Boy was fast asleep, and Tommy Trout must have run away with the pin and the cracker because they were never heard of again. When Sunny Boy opened his eyes again, his father was folding up his fishing tackle.
“Hello! You’re a great fisherman!” Daddy greeted him. “See what we’re going to take home to Mother to surprise her.”
Sunny Boy rubbed his sleepy eyes. There on the grass lay four pretty little fish.
“Did you catch them?” he asked Daddy, who nodded.
“My land of Goshen!” said Sunny Boy.
“Where’d you pick that up?” demanded Daddy. “Do you think apple pie might help you to feel spryer?”
Sunny Boy was interested in pie, and he helped Daddy to spread the little white cloth on the ground. He had not known a picnic was part of the fun of fishing!