Grouse Thicket You tried to be the robot king

haha fishing XD good luck - that takes patience

     Embry was a travelling soul if ever there lived one. As much as he'd like to settle down and cultivate some true soil for his seeds, he was still liable to make progress at a time further down the road. For now, his ripe and brazen youth was leading him onwards into the lands of exploration, discovery, and (a personal favorite) plenty of fandango.

     Therefore, as the great writer would have it, our Embry was a natural candidate for the oncoming concatenation yet to befall him. Upon happenstance, the naif found himself drawn to this particular river in hopes of gracing his tastebuds with an exciting new nosh.

     Thus, the boy was an amusing sight at first glance: a tall, clumsy fellow with tawny flanks aureate and shimmering beneath the effervescent, mid-day sun. He splashed around for a few seconds out of irritation. Was it possible to reach a maximum tonnage in which fishing was rendered nearly impossible? He lunged at every sprig of bubbles; grunting rather childishly with every failed attempt. From a distance, it was not unlike watching a fox upon first sight of snow.