He could see it coming up, a gold nugget, even though he could never get it how come it was floating towards the surface, it was supposed to be sinking down to the bottom.
He sat there ready like a hawk with his fishing net.
Poof! His net captured only moonlight and a few droplets of water.
I will catch it next time! He swore.
Down under the water a nymph giggled.
He from above heard the sweet gurgle of the river.