The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher

This story, originally published in 1906, is a lighthearted tale about a loveable frog named Mr. Jeremy Fisher. Mr. Fisher had a very nice house. Well in his opinion he did. It was damp, and slippery, but because he lived alone it suited the life of a frog very well. One day, Jeremy decided to go out and try to catch some minnows and to invite his two friends, Mr. Alderman Ptolemy and Sir Isaac Newton, over for dinner. Surely you know who Sir Isaac Newton is, he was a great scientist. But don’t worry if you do not know Alderman Ptolemy, he came from my imagination.
Anyway, the story really focuses on Jeremy Fisher and I would like to get back to his tale. After Jeremy gets dressed in his goloshes and macintosh he sets out with his fishing rod and hops onto his lily pad boat. After assembling his fishing rod, and waiting for a few hours with no luck, Jeremy decides to eat his lunch and relax. Jeremy observes rats and beetles, but no luck with minnows. Finally, something bites onto Mr. Fisher’s line! But alas, it is not a minnow, but a fish instead.

And then the story really gets exciting! Mr. Fisher is nursing his aching fingers when an enormous trout comes and gobbles up Mr. Fisher! This surely could have been the end of Jeremy, but luckily, as all my main characters seem to be, the trout found the taste of Mr. Fisher’s macintosh despicable and spit him out. Terrified from his near death experience, Mr. Jeremy Fisher scrambles away from the pond without any minnows.
But Sir Isaac Newton and Mr. Alederman Ptolomy are good friends and came over to Mr. Jeremy Fishers house anyhow. They had roasted grasshopper and lady-bird sauce, quite an amphibian feast.

And the lesson in this one? Always where your macintosh of course.