[three days later]
Today is my 16th birthday. As a present my dad patched up the bait box I caught last month and Mom baked me a fish shaped cake. Iʼm all grown up now, they say, and they are proud of me being able to provide for myself — even if I can only provide fish.
As a present, I decided to put on Mr. Fishermanʼs ring. I read enough tales not to do it and I really hope it wonʼt turn me into a skeleton, but if it does, dear anyone who reads this note, please donʼt put it on. So, here it goes!
Well, nothing happened. Except some mild tickling feeling in my hands. It looks good. Pretty, even. Not too manly, though. Still, itʼs a nice present from Mr. Fisherman.