The eel

The door flew open,  four sets of feet rushed towards  the fence.


The line was tight on the pole and excitement filled the air. Dad pulled the line hard, but something else was pulling harder. A black figure appeared in the murky water.


The silver blur plunged further into the water and into the mud. Dad gave me the string it felt like pulling an 1000 tons rock. Giving the string back to my dad, he wrestled the big guy free. My hands got hold of the string pulling it with all my might and finally pulled him onto the grass. 



''What kind is he?'' Ben said excitedly.
''probebly 80 centimetres said dad. 
"what kind is he?''
"a yellow belly" dad said proudly as he stabbed his pocket knife into the head of the slimy creature. I picked him up and put him in the boot


Four sets of feet shuffled towards and crammed back into the car.