The old woman kept comforting the child and encouraging him.
She also helped him come up with a plan.
She told him that this little fish would be easy to catch...
Of course.
The result proved her wrong.
The little fish she thought was docile thrashed its body and whipped its tail the moment the net caught it and she started to lift it out...
The net inevitably tore.
The old woman was getting worked up, too.
She widened her eyes.
She was determined to find a little fish the child could catch.
But she got so caught up in it that she nearly lost track of him.
She hadn't expected that...
The old woman furrowed her brow.
"Whatever the case, Little Fish, you shouldn't wander away from Grandma."
"How many times have Mom and Dad, Grandpa and Grandma told you?"
"When you're out, you have to stay close to Mom and Dad, Grandpa and Grandma."
"Stay close to your grown-ups."
"Or bad people might catch you..."
The old woman tried to scare him. "What would you do then?"
"Bad people won't give you any tasty food."
"And they definitely won't let you play at catching fish."
Ah...
The child was a little scared.
He didn't want bad people to catch him.
"If you don't want bad people to catch you, don't leave Grandma's side."
The old woman bent down and patted the child's head.
"Do you remember?"
He remembered.
The child nodded.
"Good."
The old woman's eyes curved into a smile.
She gently patted the child's head again.
"All right."
"Does Little Fish want to go back and use the last fishing net?"
The child pressed his lips together.
He seemed to be stubbornly holding out against something.
"It's all right if