and he pulled and he pulled all the line in, and he could finally see what he had hooked. there up in the sky was the most magnificent, radiant angel.
the little boy climbed up on the angel, pulled the fishing line out of his wings, climbed back down to the ground and gathered up his line. then he looked up into the sky and saw that there was not a cloud anywhere to be seen. it was bright and clear and full of sunshine. it was not mid-morning; he had been there all night long, fighting and talking with the angel. he ran home and, just as he arrived, the 