He woke up at 5:30 hoping to get to the river before all the annoying other people could ruin the peace and quiet. “Stupid mayor, stupid water, stupid victorian.” He muttered while slamming the snooze button on his alarm. Unfortunately, due to the repetitive abuse the snooze button received, it was often unresponsive. Boaz continued to hit buttons until the beeping finally stopped.

“It used to be easy.” He thought. He could wake up at a reasonable hour, like 8. He would walk to the grocery store, grab a poptart and coke and continue onto the river for some peaceful fishing with noone to bother him. Unfortunately, with everything that was happening, peace and quiet was a rare thing to find these days.

He walked to the river at 5:49, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. While scaring a few scarcely feathered geese away Boaz noticed 4 people spread around the river, some doing their laundry and some trying to feed the geese. It wasn’t even 6 in the morning yet and these people were already making too much noise.

Boaz cast his line out, hoping to find a fish still alive after everyone had contaminated the water with bleach and laundry detergent. A huge flock of geese dove down around me, probably trying to grab the bait off of my line. They all attacked my line and rod and we began a game of tug of war. I wasn’t going to let go of my rod, and the geese were pretty stubborn too. We went on for so long and the poptart for breakfast hadn't given me much energy. They pulled me in and then attacked me. Even though I love to fish, I don't know how to swim… oops.

I woke up drenched and cold on the muddy side of the river. Wonder who saved my life. Maybe it was a pretty girl, wait nevermind that's embarrassing. Guess i'll go home now.