We arrived at the lake very early. It was cold but in spite of that there were several ___MEN___ there. Dad pulled our fishing rods out of the rucksack and we joined the others.
“Hey, look what I___ HAVE_CAUGHT___!” a man sitting several metres upstream proudly showed us his bag. There was a large fish in it.
“Good job,” Dad ___SAID___ and everyone became quiet again.
“How long do we have to wait? When will they bite?” I whispered.
“I ___DO_NOT_KNOW___,” Dad whispered back and a moment later he was holding a little, silver fish.
“See?” he turned to me. “But this one is too small. We’d better let it go and wait for the next one.” And he let __HIS___ fish go.
The second fish was ___BIGGER___ than the first one and soon Dad caught a few more.
“If it goes on like this, mum ___WILL_COOK___ us a great dinner,” he said.
We kept fishing till noon but I didn’t catch anything ___MYSELF___ and got really bored with it. To me, it ___WAS___ a stupid waste of time but I certainly wasn’t going to tell Dad that. He wouldn’t have liked it.