Paragraphs 16-24
16 When Brody and Uncle Stephen arrived at the cabin, Brody worked on his poem; closing his eyes and remembering the eagle's graceful wings and the caress of the cool breeze, the words swiftly flowed from his pen.
17 Just as Brody finished his poem and settled in to watch some television, Uncle Stephen announced, "Let's go fishing."
18 "Marvels of Science is starting," Brody stammered. He was convinced he had experienced enough nature to last him for decades.
19 "Can't leave you behind," Uncle Stephen told him, and Brody nodded his head, seeing no way out.
20 After a long and bumpy ride, Uncle Stephen parked the car near a sparkling lake. Brody helped him haul their tackle box and poles down to the shore, and Uncle Stephen swiftly sent his fishing line flying into the water.
21 With little enthusiasm Brody also cast his line, swatting at pesky insects that swarmed all around him. Quietly they fished, but Brody felt an impatience simmering inside of him.
22 "Don't you ever get bored?" Brody finally blurted out.
23 "Sure . . . sometimes." Uncle Stephen answered with a half-smile. "But I like giving my mind a chance to rest. Some of my best ideas for my landscaping business come when I'm taking a break. You should spend some time daydreaming too —it's important."
24 Brody cast his line again and thought about his uncle's response. He had found the idea for his poem during their hike, but fishing was so monotonous. While he sat he thought about what he'd be doing back home: playing basketball, watching TV, playing video games, doing schoolwork. And then he realized that Uncle Stephen was right about one thing —Brody seldom spent any time daydreaming; his schedule was always packed.