Jeremy Fisher was thinking about supper.
"I'm sick of eating flies," he said.
"I know!" Jeremy said.
"I will go fishing.
I will catch a minnow for supper!"
Jeremy got his pail.
He got his fishing rod.
Then he went to the pond.
The farmer was thinking about supper too.
"I know!" he said.
"I will go fishing.
Then I can eat fish for supper."
The farmer got his pail.
He got his fishing rod.
Then he went to the pond.
Jeremy tossed his line into the water.
He saw many ducks.
He saw many flies.
But no minnows swam by.
Jeremy waited and waited . . .
and waited.
"Ugh," Jeremy said.
"I'm getting very hungry."
Suddenly something pulled on his line.
"Yes!" Jeremy cried.
"A fish for supper!"