A sharing of stories

One morning Paladeus woke his sons to tell them that they were responsible for taking care of the house while he was away on a trip. And also their big sister Andrette would be in charge.

The two went in the kitchen. Andrette was already there making breakfast.

Andrette: “You boys hungry? We got eggs, toast, milk, and fruit of course.”

Kaneacus: ”You bet. Looks delicious.”

Arthomus: “Another great meal from a satisfactory chef.”

Andrette: “Just satisfactory eh? Maybe I’ll forget to cook your eggs sunny side down; like you like.”

Arthomus: “Did I say satisfactory? I meant phylactery.”

Andrette: “Smart Ass! Just eat your damn breakfast! Oh and by the way; I may not have read as many books as you, but I know that word makes no sense in this context. Unless I have recipe hidden in a piece of scripture somewhere.”

Arthomus: “You know I love you, sis.”

Andrette: “Of course I do. I’ll be mending fences today if anyone needs me.”

And so breakfast was had and the boys headed into the courtyard.

Kaneacus: “What shall we do today, brother?”

Arthomus: “We could swap stories.”

Kaneacus: “Cool. you first.”

Arthomus: “Learning the lesson of this story may help you one day, brother.”

A man lived with his wife, a son, and a daughter.

One day he went out fishing to his usual spot on the bank of a (relatively)large river; which flows not far from his house. Today an unusual thing occurred, there was another man in his spot! He supposed the stranger had no reason to expect the spot belonged to him, as it stood in public and open land.

“Good mornin’ to ya!” Said the stranger.

“Aye, much the same to you.” Replied the man. He then added.

“Wherefore ye standeth like a blind frog, on a rotten log, over an empty bog?”

The stranger chuckled vigorously; and then replied.

“Well, tell ya the truth Sir; I don’t shodding well know how to fish a river like this! Every time the bait goes in the blasted fish take off!

Haha. I’m used to big Oceans, you know?”

The man, “Well that’s quite alright, Sir. I can show you the trick, if that’d do ya well.”

Stranger: “Does me just fine, and all thanks.”

The man stood in his usual spot, the North Facing side of a bridge which went over a smaller portion of the river.

“So to start out, I like to find the fish and target them with gently placed sinkers.”

“SInk pretty quick wouldn't they?” Inquired the Stranger.

“You’ll get a bite before it drops, often enough.”

And so they fished until dark.

One day he had noticed that he had a cold.

Over time this cold got worse and worse.

And it so happened that the man died three years later, having never taught either of his children to fish.

The two siblings decided one day to go out fishing.

The stranger was using the man’s spot, not knowing he was dead, when he was approached by two younger folk.

“Hey there”

“Hiya!” Replied the daughter.

“Could you be so kind as to teach us how you cast and such? It so happens that our mother was widowed before we were taught.”

The man looked very pleased and laughed openly.

“But of course; no skin off my bones anyhow.”

The son and daughter nodded simultaneously.

And the setting son that afternoon was as a celebration.