One day when I was fishing for grayling,
I came across a peculiar old hut. I knocked on the door and it swung
open."Hello," said an ancient otter . "My name is Ruddertail the wise. What
brings you hear traveller?" "I'm going fishing," I replied. "Use this as bait,"
he said, and held up something that looked like a slug. "Use it at the ford."
"On second thoughts, I'll come with you," he said. We walked along to the bridge
and I dropped the line in. After half an hour I was going to suggest we try
somewhere else when there was a giant spash and a great pull on the line.
"Quick,quick, reel it in. This one's a whopper" Both of us pulled together but
it still took half an hour to get it close enough to land it. It was the biggest
pike I have ever seen. I looked around but Ruddertail was gone. I walked to his
house but it had completely dissappeared! I walked home wondering if it was all
a dream, but the pike was very really. When my friends saw it they where amazed.
I told them my story but they said I must have been dreaming about Ruddertail.
Sometimes I wonder where he went, but that was how I got my nickname,