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And while Mr. Jeremy sat disconsolately on the edge of his boat—
sucking his sore fingers and peering down into the water—a much
worse thing happened; a really frightful thing it would have been, if
Mr. Jeremy had not been wearing a macintosh!
A great big enormous trout came up—ker-pflop-p-p-p! with a
splash—and it seized Mr. Jeremy with a snap, "Ow! Ow! Ow!"—and
then it turned and dived down to the bottom of the pond!