“Pull ’em in girl, keep reeling…” Henry yelled out to Celeste. “I am papa, oooo he’s a biggin’,” Celeste replied out with glee as she reeled her fishing line in with all her might. “Watch out girl he’s going to snap your line,” Henry declared out loud with excitement. He puts his smoking pipe down, and came to Celeste’s side to help out if she needed it. “I got ’em papa,” she squealed out. Henry’s eyes were lit up with joy that it took his granddaughter to catch the almighty trout. He sees the long beautiful brown trout as Celeste keeps reeling in her line. “That’s him, get him girl!” The minute Henry tells her it’s the fish he has been trying to catch, he watches as the fish gives a sharp jerk and snaps the line sending Celeste backwards landing on her rear-end with a thump.
Henry roars out with laughter as he helps his little girl up. “Damn it,” she yells out. Her eyes are aglow with delight as she smiles from ear to ear at her grandfather. “Well girl watcha ya think?” he jest in fun. “He’s a whopper papa! I’ll get him the next time,” she declares out. “Indeed you will I believe, at least you got him close to the shore line, and that is more than I have been able to do.” Celeste hugs her papa as they both laughed out. They settle back down and cast their lines out once again.
She hears the light laughter again in the woods, and under her breath she barks out. “Such a jokester ya is, mock my words ya prankster’s I’m gonna whip ass one day, so ya better protect your nuts!” Henry overheard the spitfire’s comment and made a remark. “Who in the hell are you talking too girl?” She snaps her head towards her papa with a smile, “It’s the fairies papa they’re playing tricks on me again.” Henry doesn’t say a word but gives the little girl a chuckle. Henry loves the time he spends with his treasure as he views his granddaughter’s profile. His mind snaps to a time when he visits the Cherokee homestead to yell at Celeste’s father’s parent, instead he ended up being speechless when he bumped into Celeste’s grandmother who took his breath away with her beauty. Celeste looks almost like her except the eyes and hair, he marvels at the beauty she will become in years. He immediately thinks of his daughter who has suddenly dropped off the face of the earth. Celeste was no where near the humble look of his daughter and she diffidently didn’t act like his daughter; nevertheless, Henry is glorifying in the beauty she will become later on in life when his line bows with a tug.
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