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'Fishing' 

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         Revised: 13 Sep 2001 10:49:41 -0600

  

          Dream Drummer arrived at the top of the hill and beneath him he saw a huge lake. It was a beautiful, blue lake surrounded by very tall trees and as he came closer he saw the funniest sight ever. An old man was sitting at the shore of the lake fishing. He threw out his fishing line and kept pulling out nothing but old shoes, one after an other. Each time he would look at the shoe as if inspecting it throughout and then, shaking his head and tossing the shoe back into the water. He seemed to look disgusted but would not stop trying to fish for fish. Again, he would throw out the line and again he would pull out an old shoe. As Dream Drummer kept watching he begun to wondered whether there were any fish in the lake? 

                                   

          Finally, Dream Drummer stepped closer to the old man and then asked: " Are there nothing but shoes in this lake?" The old man did not seem to hear Dream Drummer at first, he just kept on throwing his line into the water and pulling out more shoes, looking at them and then throwing them back in. Again, Dream Drummer ask the old man the same question. This time the old man took notice and stopped the fishing. He turned around and looked at the Moon Pony, " and who might you be?, he asked? Dream Drummer told him that he was a Moon Pony and why he was in the land of imagination. The old man wrinkled his eyebrows:" Am I in the Land of Imagination," he asked now really puzzled. "Yes, you are and why are you catching nothing but shoes?" "Hm," the old man said, " I think I can't imagine why I don't catch anything else either, I always go fishing and never catch anything else." Dream Drummer shook his head. " I think its because you are not imagining anything else," he responded. "Is this so?," the old man said, wrinkled his eyebrows even more and then he started to smile! "I think you are right! I think, I know now why I can't catch anything else, its all in my mind, right? What is it that I will have to do to actually catch some fish?" Dream Drummer told him that he needed to think about fish, all kinds of fish and think about catching them too, then he would surely catch fish instead of old shoes. The old man shook his head, " I never caught a fish in my entire life by thinking about it, I just know that I will always end up pulling out old shoes of the water. But, since you said that this would work, how about if I think about a nice catfish?" The old man pinched his eyes shut and mumbled to himself: "Catfish, catfish, catfish, I am going to catch a catfish now," then he threw out his fishing line and wouldn't you believe it, in no time something tugged on his fishing line hard and he begun reeling in the line. Then he opened his eyes and saw that there was a catfish on the hook! "Wouldn't you believe it," he yelled! " It worked!" He tried again, this time he pulled out a Shad, then a Flounder, then a Trout ... and soon he had so many fish in his bucket, he didn't know what to do with them all. He shook his head and said:    "And I always thought I will never catch anything but old shoes. Thank you so much for telling me that all I had to do, was think of fish and there they are!"

 

              " You are welcome, old man, I knew that imagination always works", said Dream Drummer. Then he asked the old man what was on the other side of the lake. The old man told him that there was a school house and that the teacher was a real good teacher. The children loved to go to school and the parents thought highly of the teacher. Dream Drummer wanted to go and see that school, so he bade the old man 'Good Bye' and trotted around the lake to the other side. 

 

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