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Tadpole Fishing By Jenny Loehr
Royal Lake
Bill
hill
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Little Earl
Evelyn
tadpoles
                           and                            Loon lived on top of a very steep                      that overlooked                                . They lived there with their only son,                             . Every day,                               walked down the                       to                                     , to go fishing.  His son,                               , usually joined him because he liked to catch                               , something that                               had no interest in doing and  thought was a waste of time.
tackle box
One day, just before heading down the                             to                                     ,                                decided to                               his                               .  He used lots of                               so that it looked shiny and new.  Then                               and                               headed toward                                with the                               on his                               and the                                       in his hand.      Carrying all of this stuff,                               had trouble keeping his balance and holding onto the                                    .
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polish
fishing pole
Start
shoulder
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flowers
Suddenly, he tripped over                               , and the                               fell into                                . .                       was angry at                             for not watching his step, and now there was no way to retrieve the                                   from                                     .                               stared angrily at the water and then glanced at his son, who was having so much fun catching                                that                             had to smile.  Seeing his son having such fun made him happy again, and he forgot about the trouble with his                              .                        sat right down in the middle of a patch of                         and began collecting                               , too. 
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     When the sky began to fill with dark                            ,                            picked some                             for                             , and they made their way back up the                      .      At home,                              asked how many fish                             had caught.  He answered “None” with a big smile on his face and sat down with                                to count all the                               they had caught.  He couldn’t wait to go to                                     again the next day.  
clouds