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Once Was Enough
　　谎话只能说一次
　　When you stretch the truth, watch out for the snapback.
　　~Bill Copeland
　　The first time my father and I ever went fishing became a family legend.
　　We spent hours waiting for a nibble. The sun was blistering, and this was back in the days before sunscreen. We were hot, sticky, and mad that the fish refused to suck up our night crawlers.
　　Being only seven years old, I observed that perhaps the worms were the problem. Maybe the night crawlers only wriggled at night, and now they were just lying there limp on the hook. Dad ignored my assessment of the situation.
　　We began to pack up to leave. As we headed back to our truck, we heard tires spinning in the distance. Getting into our truck was a grim affair. Having sat in the boiling sun for six hours, the seats were blistering. Naturally, I was wearing shorts.
　　I shifted from side to side in the seat so as not to cook my backside. While driving out we saw a truck with a boat trailer and boat that was stuck in the mud. That explained the sound of spinning tires we’d heard.
　　Being a nice guy, my dad helped pull the man from the mud. In return, this fellow gave Dad some fish for being a Good Samaritan. As Dad climbed back into our truck with a brown bag full of fish, we waved goodbye to our newfound friend.
　　On the drive home, we agreed to take in the fish as if we had caught them. We were sure there was no way for Mom to know the difference. It was just a little white lie.
　　We arrived home hot, sweaty, and smelly, and went to clean up while Mom prepared the fish. We made a big deal out of the fact that we had already cleaned them and put them in the bag so as not to make a mess.
　　After showering, Dad and I met in the hall and exchanged conspiratorial grins. Sitting down to freshly fried catfish, hush puppies and coleslaw, we dug in heartily. In the spirit of embellishment, we both went on about how good something tasted that we had actually caught ourselves. Mother looked suitably impressed.
　　As we got up to do the dishes, Mom cleared her throat. “I just have one question of you two great fishermen,” she said. We looked at her expectantly, thinking we had another opportunity to regale her with our great fishing ability. With a tiny smile, Mom asked, “How was it again that you two managed to not only clean your fish, but also freeze them before you got home·”
　　~Karri J. Watson
　　大吹大擂之时，小心祸从口出。
　　——比尔·科普兰
　　和父亲**次钓鱼的事成了家里的传奇故事。
　　那天，一连好几小时，我们都在等鱼上钩。太阳晒得灼人，那时还没有防晒霜。我们热得要死，浑身发黏，十分气愤鱼拒绝享用我们挖的大蚯蚓。
　　那时我刚七岁，据我观察，问题可能出在虫子身上。或许大蚯蚓在晚上才蠕动吧，现在呢，它们只是僵硬地挂在鱼钩上。不过，父亲对我的这番估测完全不予理睬。
　　*后，我们开始收拾东西，准备离开。正当我们朝卡车走去的时候，听到远处传来轮子的转动声。说实话，坐在卡车里是件糟糕透顶的事。在太阳下暴晒了六小时之后，车座热得烫人。我呢，还穿着短裤，这就更糟糕了。
　　我在车座上挪来挪去，免得后背被烤熟了。车开出去的时候，我们看到一辆连带着拖船的卡车，还有一条陷在泥里的船。我们之前听到的轮胎转动声就是从这里传来的。
　　父亲是个善良的人，于是他帮忙把陷在泥里的人拉出来。为了感谢父亲的帮助，那个被父亲拽上来的人给了我们一些鱼作为回报。父亲拎着一麻袋鱼，爬上卡车。我们跟新朋友挥手告别，然后就离开了。
　　回家的路上，我们一致同意要把这些鱼当成是我们自己钓到的。我们觉得母亲肯定看不出其中的差别。这只不过是个善意的小谎言而已。
　　我们到家的时候热得大汗淋漓，满身臭味，把鱼交给母亲后就直接去洗澡了。我们还不忘吹嘘我们已经把鱼洗好放到袋子里，这样就不会搞得一团糟了。
　　我和父亲洗完澡后来到客厅，相互交换了一下眼神。我们在餐桌旁坐下，看着新鲜出炉的炸鲇鱼、玉米饼和凉拌卷心菜，立刻开始大快朵颐起来。我和父亲都添油加醋地感慨自己钓到的鱼是多么美味。母亲看上去对我们的成果很满意。
　　吃完饭，我们起身准备刷碗的时候，母亲清了清嗓子，说：“我有个问题想请教一下两位了不起的渔夫。”我们满怀期待地看着她，以为自己又有机会大肆吹嘘我们钓鱼的水平了。妈妈浅浅地笑着，问道：“你们二位是如何在到家之前把鱼洗干净并又将它们冷冻起来的呢？”
　　——卡莉·J.沃特森