“You got a bite, sonny.” He pointed. The red and white bobber had ducked under. It came up again glistening, and then went under again.
“Hey!” Danny gulped.
Wendy had come down and now joined them, standing in back of Danny. “What is it?” she asked. “Pickerel?”
“No, ma'am,” Hallorann said, “I believe that's a pink whale.”
The tip of the fishing rod bent. Danny pulled it back and a long fish, rainbow-colored, flashed up in a sunny, winking parabola, and disappeared again.
Danny reeled frantically, gulping.
“Help me, Dick! I got him! I got him! Help me!”
Hallorann laughed. “You're doin fine all by yourself, little man. I don't know if it's a pink whale or a trout, but it'll do. It'll do just fine.”
He put an arm around Danny's shoulders and the boy reeled the fish in, little by little. Wendy sat down on Danny's other side and the three of them sat on the end of the dock in the afternoon sun.
