Somethings are worth fishing for.

Somethings are worth wishing for.

On a rare occasion, one can do both!

The fisherman fished, and there was a nibble and chew, rod bent like it was about to spew!

He pulled and he stroked, yanked hard and true to get the fishermans price to the boat too.

He wished and whistled at the bounty of the sea, who begged for mercy and a plead the next day to see.

He wished, and lo! Pants! Sure they were tattered and there was a stubborn crab that refused to vacate the cuff fold,  but they were a step closer to his plan of a complete wardrobe!

The bargain was complete and the fisherman set free the bounty of the dreams, looking longingly after the ripple of the sea.

And then he fished to snatch again the wishy wonder, in an eternal game of catch and release...

... eventually Fisher returns from his sabbatical with a t-shirt that reads "I visited the middle of nowhere and all I got was this shirt and crabs!"