Chapter 11
"Why are we here? You know I can come to Lake Superior any time, it's also connected to me," Matthew said, getting out of the car.
"I know. It's just, I read when you were younger, you use to fish a lot with your brother," Alfred explained, getting out of the car too. He shut his door and went to the trunk. Opening the trunk, he got out fishing supplies. Two fishing poles, a fishing box with hooks and weights, then he pulled out a container of live worms.
"You fish?" Matthew asked, helping Alfred carry the poles to the water.
"Yeah, my grandpa took me fishing against my will," Alfred joked. Canada chuckled. "What about you? I mean, did you learn from someone, or did you figure it out by yourself?" Alfred wondered.
"When America and I met, and England was away, we started to play together. One day, we were kind of lost in the woods. We got hungry, and a river was nearby. America tackled the river as he tried to catch a fish," Canada laughed. Alfred laughed along with him. "I knew we should of made a spear and stabbed the fish, but I jumped in right after him. After minutes of trying to catch this fish, it well, died from being out of the water. America was so proud, he wanted to go brag to the village down the river. So, here's these little 4 year olds, carrying a bass twice their size, soaking wet, the villagers didn't believe America," Canada laughed.
They traded stories with each other, as they got their poles ready to go fishing.