My mother yelled, and I rushed to her under the tree. I followed where she was looking and found a cat with a fish in its mouth. “Get it!”
I climbed the tree and tamed the cat until it dropped the fish.
My mother shrieked, but my older brother caught it.
I cuddled the scared cat in my arms and scrambled down. “It’s safe.”
“Always the stupid kid,” my mother said. “It’s the fish I needed! We wouldn’t have our lunch if it weren’t for Jonathan.”
My mother slapped me, and I looked at Jonathan for help, but he just grinned.