Finn bounds down the dock, his eyes bright with hope. Nearby, his grandfather, wise and steady, readies his rod, while their neighbor, a grumpy rival with bushy eyebrows and a battered hat, grumbles about his chances. "Today’s the day, Grandpa! I just know I’ll catch something huge," says Finn, bouncing with anticipation.

Finn[/@ch_1], while the grandfather smiles serenely. Ducks paddle past, and the lake sparkles in the morning light.] The rival snickers as Finn reels in yet another tiny fish, each one smaller than the last. "You call that a catch, Finn? Even my bait’s bigger than that!" he jeers, his voice echoing across the water. Finn blushes, but his grandfather’s gentle laughter softens the moment.

Finn[/@ch_1], his hands weathered and sure, a glint of kindness in his eyes.] "Don’t let size fool you, Finn,"[/@ch_2_d] the grandfather says, recalling stories from his youth. "Remember how Jesus fed thousands with just a few loaves and fish? Sometimes, the smallest things hold the greatest value." [@ch_1]Finn listens, the words settling in his heart as the rival continues to boast.

Finn[/@ch_1] feels a tug—a tiny, shimmering fish flits on his line, scales sparkling like jewels in the light. The rival leans over, squinting, while the grandfather’s eyes widen in wonder.] "Look, Grandpa! It’s so small, but it’s beautiful," Finn marvels, holding the mischievous, sparkly fish. The rival tries to outdo him, casting frantically and splashing water everywhere, but only manages to catch a muddy boot. "Bah! Luck’s on your side, Finn," he grumbles, shaking his fist.

Finn[/@ch_1] cradles the tiny fish, feeling awe and gratitude. The grandfather’s stories echo, and the rival’s antics fade into the background.] "See, Finn? Even the smallest blessing can shine brighter than the biggest boast," the grandfather smiles. Finn nods, appreciating the beauty in the ordinary and understanding that humility and gratitude matter most. The sparkly fish winks, then slips back into the lake, leaving a trail of glittering bubbles.

Finn gazes at the lake, grateful for the lesson. "Maybe next time, I’ll catch something big—or maybe just something special," he muses. His grandfather puts an arm around him, and together, they leave the dock, knowing that sometimes the smallest things can make the biggest difference.