Hooks

I got a pack of hooks from my uncle when he was in town right before he had to ship back to Fort Bragg, NC and he told be I would catch the largest fish in the pond down the road if I would just fish with these hooks, that I would not even need bait and that the fish would come out simply laying on the the hook, not really hooked by it, and that the fish would talk and tell stories, and I could tell my friends all of the stories that the fish told me, and that I would be much more popular, because I got these hooks and would catch this fish. His one warning was that I must throw the fish back once I have caught it and he has told me the story, otherwise bad luck would come to me and mom and dad, and that our fields would burn, and the sky would fall all over daddy’s land. I reckon I will send that fish back quickly after he tells me the little story. I reckon I want peace upon the land here, and I will throw it back. I imagine he may have more than one story to tell, and I’ve got a big bag of hooks.