"Let's go," Grandmother Smith said to Josh. She put the poles in the back of the truck. "If we're late, the fish will stop biting." She started the truck and pulled out of the driveway.
"Is it easy to catch fish?" Josh asked.
"Yes, if the fish are hungry," Grandmother said. "That is why it's best to go fishing in the morning, before they have had breakfast!"
Josh looked at the old white box at his feet. It had rust on its lid. "What's in the box?" he asked.
"That is a tackle box. It holds my fishing lures," Grandmother said. "The fish think they are food. When a fish takes a bite, he gets hooked. Then I pull him out of the water."
Josh opened the box. It was full of lures. Every one of them looked like a little toy with hooks on it. He saw purple worms, green and brown frogs, and yellow fish. There were hooks with feathers. Josh even saw a lure that looked like a red ladybug. He wanted to touch them, but Grandmother shook her head.
At the lake Grandmother carried the poles and a picnic basket. Josh carried the tackle box. They walked out to the end of the dock.
"I'll be happy when you catch your first fish!" Grandmother said. She spread out a rug and sat on it. She opened the basket and pulled out a box of donuts and a bag of grapes.Paragraphs 9 to 16:
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