Eeling

In the holidays I went eeling there was trees over a fresh water creek. It was at sun set. There was a litte bit of weed. There was a steep hill. On the trees there was litte plums. Every often a plum will fall. There was a shalo end and a deep end. In the shalo end there was stose. I brang my snorkel and mask I went snokling I saw a baby ell. I tried to catch it but I missed then I said I'm cold. Then I got my speared a big eel I said yipy.