"Mist, do you want to help catch some fish?" My grandma said. Fish is very common in this area, and we eat it regularly unless there's an occasion. "Sure." I replied, watching my grandma's stance. "Just be carful." She said. I nodded. To the right side I observed that there was about 2 fish in one pile. I caught one fish soon after but it was just a pond smelt, they aren't big at all. "That's enough, lets go back to the den." She said. "Okay." I made sure so stay the same pace as my grandma so that she wouldn't be left behind. As we got to the opening to the den I plopped the fish down. "I'll get it ready for our meal later." I heard her saw as I made my way to my small hammock made of soft moss and leaves hanging between two very small wooden stakes stuck in the dirt floor. As I lay down on my hammock I hear voices outside the den.