Gabby goes fishing
“Thud! Boom! Thud!” I was awaken by my grandfather’s heavy boots trudging up the rickety stairs. As he reached the top of the stairs, I heard his familiar voice exclaim, “Gabby, get out of bed! We are going on an adventure! Gabby leaped out of her navy blue bed and right into her fishing clothes which contained a hat, pants, coat, shirt, and rubbery boots. She was so excited even though she was dead tired because it was 6:00 in the morning! This is her grandfather’s yearly fishing trip! Gabby could not wait! “Finally, we are here! This trip felt like a Roller Coaster line on a Friday night!” Gabby said to her grandfather while she was unloading herself out of the rickety truck. “I know
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1…2…3… GO!!” While Gabby and her grandpa scurried into the water, they couldn’t see the fish anymore. Gabby looked all around and saw no fish anywhere in sight. “It’s okay Gabby. We will get em’ next time!” Says Gabby’s grandfather bummed out but still trying to make Gabby feel better. That was all he could do for now. He was for sure that he was going to get one next year. Not long after Gabby got out of the boat, she could see the fish’s dark shadow lurking around her feet. “Now,” Gabby thought to herself. Simultaneously, she shot her arms into the warm water. Before Gabby even had time to think, she yanked her arms back out of the water at lighting speed and in her hands was the biggest catfish her or her grandfather had ever seen! She was so excited to tell her mom about the story that she ran home instead of riding home with her grandpa with her slobbery catfish in her hands! Finally, Gabby got to her house, bolted into the doorway, and raced up to her mom and said “Look, I caught a catfish! It is about the size of an elephant’s foot!” “How did you catch it?” says Gabby’s mom all gazed and amazed at what she had found. “It is a long story….” Says Gabby while walking up to her bedroom to take a
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The author’s diction is easy to understand, not complicated fisherman dialect. In lines 8 and 9, she uses words that offer a precise description of the fish, "battered and venerable and homely". But she also employs words that show that she has knowledge of fishing, such as, shiny entrails (line 31), and isinglass (line 41).
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