i fish you fish

Beorn had learned a valuable skill. Sorta. By 'learned' he meant he'd been told about it. But it sounded so easy! His dad had told him how to fish and promised to take him and anyone else who wanted out fishing sometime, but then he'd laid down for a nap and now Beorn was bored. He had all these fish hooks and line; it was a shame not to try them out. How hard could it be? Later he could show his dad - he'd be so proud!

Determined to impress his dad, Beorn wandered to the water's edge trailing fishing line behind him. The hook hung perilously close to the corner of his mouth, but he was oblivious to the danger. It was only a little poky. His dad had some super sharp ones made of metal, but this one was made of wood and string - so how dangerous could it be?

"Speech"