Ronan was beside himself with excitement. He was ten years old and his Grandpa Leon was finally going to take him fishing. Grandpa Leon claimed to be "a fishing expert, practically a professional angler." He told Ronan that he'd caught giant marlin and huge tuna and that he had many adventurous stories to tell. He promised he'd supply all the fishing gear: rods, reels, hooks, bait, buckets, and plenty of food, too. All Ronan had to do was to be ready promptly at 6 am. As it happened, it was good Grandpa Leon brought plenty of food because grandfather and grandson had plenty of time to eat it. The fish simply weren't biting. "They're napping," he informed Ronan, knowingly. No nibbles left plenty of time for Grandpa Leon's elaborate fish stories. In fact, it was during one of those tall tales that Ronan suddenly felt a sharp tug on his line. "I've got something really huge!" he shouted. "Hold tight, I'll help," Grandpa Leon replied, reaching over and grabbing the rod. Together, they tugged on the line that held what promised to be a colossal, prize-winning fish. Finally, they reeled in their catch-a-tattered leather suitcase, heavy with sand. "How about that, Ronan—the first suitcase of the day!" Grandpa Leon exclaimed, adding, "You can't say it wasn't a big catch!"