This particular Sunday, rather early in the morning, Isha decided to go browse the magazines at the shop, glancing over to the old men at the table every now and again. Something quite interesting reached his ears, a lovely tale about a place where the fish swam so abundantly that the water constantly moved, even when the air was at it's stillest. When one reached the waters, you could gaze into it, and stare into a whole new world, full of swirling, colorful patterns at the bottom.
Could it possibly be a myth? Of course it could, this whole town just seemed to be filled with endless rumors and wonders! But there was no way that Isha would let something like this, something with so much potential slip away from him! He stood there, listening to the old men chatter on for a while, telling the others how to get there and took note. The day was still young, and it seemed that the little lake that was being spoken off wasn't too far away from where he was now! With a little grin to himself, he quickly paid for the hooks he had been fumbling with the entire time he stood off to the side, and raced back home.
At this point, the maids that worked about his home were used to seeing the red-headed teen race towards them, and before he had even reached the driveway, they had his fishing gear all set up and ready to go. Although he wasn't born into such luxury, it was times like these where Isha just felt incredibly privileged. A grin just stayed on his face the whole time he interacted with them, not one of flirtation or of slyness, but of genuine thanks as they helped him load up his bike and proceed to send him on his way.
Now, the basic trip was rather easy, just follow the main road outside of his home to the park about a mile away. Real easy, real fast, and mainly down hill. Once he reached the park, he went ahead and tied his bike to a tree for now, carrying his rod, small cooler, and tackle box in his backpack. According to the old man, he left little signs to get there, hidden objects throughout the woods. Being the gullible teen he was, Isha followed his list of instructions he heard, turning left at the soda bottle after about a quarter mile of walking, trekking up a small hill to where there was a stick pointing out of the ground.. Or was that a tree..? And where was the huge rock that was the next step..? Sure, Isha could find the road quite easily, with the cellphone he had on him, but there was no way he was going to turn back! No, no now!
After another half hour of retracing his steps, and being unable to figure out where the heck the last marker was, he figured it was time to take a break. The sun was higher up in the sky, and according to his watch, it was just past noon. Still quite early in the day, but it was a good of a time as any to stop for a snack. He ploped right down where he stood, shrugging off his semi-heavy pack, and rummaged through it, pulling out a wrapped up sandwich, and a canteen of water. Bears didn't like turkey sandwiches.. Right?
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