It’s called “Micro Malt”.
Judging from your description, you may be doing it wrong.
Did your 3rd grade teacher happen to be a former Navy Seal or something?
A vintage Raleigh Roadster, condition depending, would be a much better catch than a fish.
Lucy, you should know better than to mess with Linus’s blanket.
In many regions this season, even cats would be going out of their way to avoid the sunbeam.
“Where they burn books, they will also ultimately burn people.” – Heinrich Heine
I wouldn’t think they’d know what metal working is either, but, there you go.
Maybe in an attempt to project confidence, he tried the ol’ Commander Riker leg swing, and got hung up half way through.
Perhaps you could let us in on whatever grandiose personal inference you’re shoehorning into these simple, amusing panels.
It’s called “Micro Malt”.