It was the beginning of April, me, my brother Andy, and my mom were looking out the window watching the duvitches. We saw the oldest boy help Mrs.Duvitch so mother assumed she was ill.
When mom saw that they were in their new home she went and gave them a basket of food.The next day,I saw our basket and inside there was rose potted tree.Andy told me that the Duvitch was the one who gave it to us.People didn’t accept them because they were poor and from a different country.
We went to the pond and startedfishing.While we were fishing, there were mosquitoes.They were everywhere.We later went in the water.The mosquitoes started biting us. I caught another bass.It was getting really dark so I asked Andy what time it was.Between 3 and 4 we caught at least 20.Andy caught our last fish. Dad came and asked to count the fish.Dad drove us to Mr.Duvitch.When Mr.Duvitch saw us he started crying.After he stopped he shooked our hands.We returned home and slept.We woke up at noon.Dad told us we were having supper with them.
On Saturday, two years after the Duvitches moved in,Dad took us to a camping trip.When we arrived the Duvitches were also there.Dad went up to them and started talking to Mr.Duvitch.After he was done, we set up a tent and rented a rowboat.
Me and Andy went fishing for a few hours, then we came back to shore.We went to go wash up.On our way back to the water, we saw the fishes Mr.Duvitch caught. Me and Andy looked at each other then Andy threw the bar of soap into the bucket.We went back to the tent, ate,and played ball.We went back to the water and heard the Duvitches cries of disbelief.Dad went up to them and called us.
We went to him looking guilty.Dad looked very angry.He told us to count the fish.There was 61.Then he asked how many bass were there.Andy said 12.Then dad told us to catch the fishes we owed him.
We went to their house around 6.They were wearing their best clothes.We ate fried fish in the backyard.We learned a lot about the Duvitches like how they like to laugh.David also knew how to play the accordion.We learned that Mr.Duvitch was a ventriloquist.After that night everyone started accepting the Duvitches’s.Now we know to not judge a book by its cover.