Armed with a bag of Swedish fish candies, the boil hunkered down on a rock next to the water, happily tying the little red bait to the line and throwing it as far as his weak arms would carry it.
Which was... Not that far.
Not like he knew any better, though. He might have... Procured the rod from an unknowing owner. Little devil.
Beejoux
Sry it took so long ;;