Royal For A Reason

Big Guy nixed the book-and-chair fishing plan. In its place, he handed me a fishing rod. He had one, too. In twenty minutes, he caught three fish. I was busy, also. I lost three fishing lures, tangled my line around the reel twice and caught a weed on the bank. On the drive home, the tip of the newest fishing rod inexplicably got crunched in the minivan's automatic window.  The best news: My fishing license is valid until February 2012.