The Narrator is stalking Sheila Mant as she lays flat on the diving board.
OMG. She is so beautiful.
The Narrator asks Sheila Mant out while she plays softball.
Hey, there's like a band in Dixford tomorrow. Wanna come?
Great! We'll go by canoe.
The Narrator arrives at the Mant's dock and greets Sheila Mant.
Good thing I came here 10 minutes before.
Don't worry. It's faster this way.
We should go by car.
The Narrator sees the biggest bass he has ever seen. But since Sheila Mant doesn't like fishing, he doesn't know what to do.
OMG. That's a big bass. Maybe I could try to catch it without Sheila noticing.
The Narrator catches the bass, but before he pulls it in, he decides to cut the line so Sheila Mant doesn't notice he likes fishing. But the Narrator regrets cutting the line and letting the bass go for Sheila Mant.
I shouldn't have cut the line.
The Narrator and Sheila Mant arrive at the fair but the narrator still regrets letting the bass go.
Why did I let that bass go?
Hey! Like, I'm leaving in Eric Caswell's Corvette, so thanks.