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The boy nodded off and he dreamed...It was the same dream that he had dreamt so many times before. It was twilight and the fishing boats had glided silently in from over the horizon. They moved without sails, passing slowly over the water and as they did they threw overboard their precious cargo of the magic silver sturgeon. Once again they stocked the Northbend Lake. It was their gift to the boy. He would be very lucky when he fished tonight. It was a very good dream, "The Fishermans Dream