[alaklondewen]

Standing before the blazing fire, the chill was now gone from Ferd’s bones. His companions paired off in search of food, while he and Ama stayed behind to keep an eye on the camp. His stomach was rumbling and gurgling, and he truly hoped their searches would be successful.

The river noisily ran its course behind him, and turning around to face it, Ferd silently cursed it and the events of the night before. He should have known better than to go sailing down the river. The swift water was no place for a hobbit, or any other decent folk for that matter. Only turtles and ducks and fish belong in the…Fish? Fish! Why hadn’t he thought of it sooner? Hurrying down the band, he paced back and forth looking for large stones. When he’d find one he would bend down and turn it over looking for night crawlers.

After locating several good places with the worms, he called to Ama who had been watching him with some interest. "Do you reckon we could catch some fish?"

“Yeah…that’s a great idea!” Ama exclaimed and hopped off the log and ran down to Ferd on the bank.

“We should have plenty of bait with all the night crawlers I found.” Ferd smiled proudly and puffed his chest out a little. “All we need is some line…I think we had some on the boat, so maybe it wash ashore over night.” He unconsciously scratched his head as he thought all of this through.

“Why don’t we look around and see if we can find it,” Ama said, and Ferd nodded in agreement. The two hobbits, then, set off slowly down the shore in search of fishing line.