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While Rita was with Mary and Henrietta spending a nice time, I began fishing with my brother Harry and Mark. There was a small fishing spot made of wood we had made ourselves, we could sit over there and let the fishing rods with some mealworms call for the fishies.
The day was nice. The sky was clear of most clouds, the sun was shining brightly atop the skies. There was a calm and refreshing breeze, and the shadows of the many trees surrounding us made for a nice atmosphere, which was complemented by the singing of many birds.
"Ahhh, fishing's always relaxing." Harry sighed, just sitting there cross-legged.
"Yeah, I guess it is the laziest way to catch food out there." I laughed.
"I-I've never fished before. Am I supposed to just sit here and wait for the fish to come to me?" Wondered Mark.
Hasn't he fished in Arcadia through the game-like system though? Well, maybe that's a bit different than in our world, no? Or perhaps…
