The Fishing Rod - Open

The grass grew tall, intertwined in the reeds and bushes. The trees swayed. Under the water the fish darted daringly about. Under the grass, hidden from sight was the fishing rod. For three whole years it had sat there, forgotten by all. No one had picked it up, claimed it, even noticed it. It had no owner now. There it remained since that fateful day in July, old Peters left his finest fishing rod behind.

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