On a bright sunny saturday my Cousin, Brother and I were playing Soccer at Dunkirk park the results were 9-8. I was losing because he had my brother but even they were smaller than me they were good. My Brother was the Goalie and my Cousin was the Player. While I was just a Player. So I went and tried to trick my Cousin. I asked him “Can you do a slide tackle?”. He replied in the affirmative. So he came at me with with one good. I just sidestepped him and went for the goal. I did a X-Scissor trick and got a goal. Then we all decided on Last Goal Wins. My Cousin started of I slide tackled him and got he came at me but I just juggled it over him. Then I was close to the goal and rainbowed it over him and got a goal. Just then my Dad came and me and him went fishing. I asked my Dad where we were going for fishing. He replied “The Ocean”.
Once we got there we got our fishing rods at the ready and started fishing. I wanted to catch a big fish. So I got heaps of bait on the fishing rod and started fishing. I waited and waited but not one fish got caught on my fishing line. Meanwhile my Dad had it good he caught heaps of normal fish,weird fish and small sized fish but he let the small ones go.
Then after what felt like an hour or 2 I finally got a small tug and pulled it up knowing that it would be a small fish. Once I reeled it in and let the small fish I put my fishing rod in the water again.As soon as I put my fishing rod into the water I felt another tug and knew it was a small fish so I let it go. I asked my Dad “How many fish have you caught?”. “Well I think it is about 20 or somthing close to that” he answered grinning. 20 or something!. Thats lots. I thought to myself.
Just as I finished thinking I felt a tug. This tug wasn’t just a small tug or a big tug it was a humongous tug. I felt like my arms would come out of it’s sockets. I felt weak facing such a powerful tug. So I got another fishing rod and pulled than the humongous fish out of the water. My Dad saw the fish and said “ That fish is called the God Fish. It is the father of all fishes. It is said that whenever 1 fish gets caught it gives birth to 2 fish and when to fish 2 fish are caught it gives birth to 3 fish and so on and so forth”. As soon as I heard that I felt bad because the God Fish is the father of fishes than if I take it then the fish won’t have a father. That means they would become orphans. So I let the God fish go but before I let it go I whispered to it “Be careful because not everyone is kind and friendly. Some people would just catch you for fame and riches. But at the same time try to be a good father. Bye”. And then I pushed it into the ocean. “That was a very good thing to do” my Dad said. “Thanks” I answered. My Dad explained to me “Nature and everything in it is very precious. Just because you did that doesn’t mean everyone else would. ” 
The End
