Uncle Pete's Poor Me Dance

Uncle Pete agrees to take his great grand-nephew fishing to Lake Mare. I don’t have a pole, Larry says. No prob, says Pete. We can share. I’ll make my own rod, the nine-year-old says, and grabs a twig of a stick. Uncle Pete is decked out in expensive duds; his fishing tackle box is thick. Look! I caught one! Larry yells! Flinging a giant bass out of the lake. This startles Pete who thinks “this must have been a little mistake. But Larry keeps flinging catfish, walleye and groupie out of the water. His plain inexpensive fishing rod just gets hotter and hotter. Uncle Pete is sitting on a rock, staring at frogs on rocks. Thinking he should have worn his lucky crocks! Larry offers to trade places, so Uncle Pete will have a chance. But Pete didn’t have luck there either and did the “poor me” dance.