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This year, as every year, fishermen by the thousands celebrated the occasion by wading in streams, creeks, and brooks to seek the wily residents. Feeling crowded by all the booted legs, the trout generally jumped onto the bank, to while away the day with frequent jests about the persist fools mulling about in the frigid water. Of course, once the fishermen headed home their weary way, the trout jumped back into their usual environment, delighted to find they once again had room to swim about and didnt have to worry about being stepped on by what might well appear to them to be tree trunks that move. Thankfully, progressively fewer fishermen will show up as the season progresses, so the trout can increasingly expect to find room in the water for themselves. |
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