That afternoon, after breakfast, he went for a walk down the beach near his house in order to work up an appetite for supper.
He met an old mancalled George, whom he knew quiet well.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Muddle," said George.
"Good evening," replied Mr. Muddle.
George smiled. "How would you like to come fishing with me?" he asked.
"Ooo, no please," replied Mr. Muddle, eagerly.