The Fishing Bag

• Cohan Kirkwood, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2014

One day an old man in his thirties left his bag at one of the moorings, just sitting there bobbing up and down with a little fish swimming around in a little bowl the size of my palm.

The next day he went back to see if it was there, but it wasn’t there. He thought some one had took the bag and he was so sad, because it was his sons birthday present and he was turning 11 and wanted a pet Mack tuna so he could grow it big and go fishing with it. And unhook the tuna and put it back in the tank.

The next morning he found the bag. He was so relieved that he said to himself “who ever moved it and tried to ruin my suns birthday I hate them so much”

The next day his son was so happy because it was his birthday and thanked his mum and dad.