Story of fishing for crabs.

I was woken up at 4 in the morning by my mother. She said to get dressed because we were going to get some crabs. I thought, "Crap, I don't want to go." Reluctantly, I dressed and waited for my family. We drove for an hour to New Jersey to meet my parents friend. When we arrived the bridge, there was slight traffic because it was 5 in the morning. We set up our chairs and crab traps and sat down. Sunscreen was applied to my face, and boredom swept over me. I chased some bunnies around, bored out of my mind. I heard some frantic struggling, and rushed over to my parents. They were shouting that a tortoise had caught itself in the trap. Both my brother and my father tried to pull it up, but it was way too heavy. They decided to let it flow out. I then sat down and watched the flamingos. My parent's friend starting screaming when they pulled their trap up. It seems an eel was caught in the trap and it squirmed and struggled. It was pushed into the barrel of crabs and it slithered down the bottom. At around 3 pm, we went back to the friend's house to cook the crabs. I watched T.V. with their twin sons and they played mahjong. A boring story indeed.