Sean sits in a spot that he goes every friday night. He is sitting at the end of a dock on his skateboard with a children size fishing pole that he bought at a yard sale for 2 dollars. He has a baggie filled with dirt and worms and a eco friendly recycled paper shopping bag to put his fish in. Anyone who comes onto the dock will here him singing to himself while he sits and wait for fish to bite his worm.

 An older couple starts down the dock, obviously with the same intent. They are carrying some folding chairs and a variety of gear you would expect. They take a place about twenty feet from you with a nod. The older guy says, "Evening young fella, hows the fishing been? Them otters been giving us hell, stealing my bait and eating up the fish. Been years since we seen em, guess they are not as rare as folks like to think," with a pleasant neighborly manner.

Sean smiles to the couple and replies "Fishing has been terrible haven gotten a single bite." When realy he already has three good size trout in his shopping bag. "I havent seen the otters, but im sure there troublemakers." He repositions his line to the side of the dock more to give the other people more room to fish.

 "Well they usually bit real good this time a day. It's them damned otters, I ain't seen em in years. They are always a fussin and chatterin at us. Damn near seems they could talk iff'n you could understand em." With that they begin setting up for some fishing, placing chairs poles, and tackle boxes down. "Why you can hardly even reel the big uns in with that there," looking at his kids pole."I got an old one but it works still, your welcome to it."

Sean smiles back to the man "Thank you, but im just getting used to this pole, i like the smaller design becasue it makes it easier for back pack trips." He says making up a complete bullshit answer, realy its just because hes broke but he doesnt like to get people involved in that hes never liked recieving the handouts from people.

 "Well like I said it's yours for the taking," he says with a smile as he casually reclines in his chair. You do spot a small group of otters as you seat yourself playing fervently as you reseat yourself in you seat.

 They fish for a few hours eventually giving up, having caught nothing. They start packing up their belongings, "Ahh, fuck dem otters they chased off all the fish". With that he throws his bait out hoping he is not feeding the culprits and they start back to their car. They hop in and quietly depart, heading back to whatever part of the city they were from.