[the next day]
News spread about my lucky rod. A nice lady asked me to fish up her ring from the fountain in the market square. I thought sheʼs kidding and prepared myself to jump in the fountain but she warned me itʼs deeper and more dangerous than I think.
So I sit there for two hours fishing. In a fountain. I will probably never forget those strange glares I got. At the end I caught two left boots, both in pretty good condition, a bunch of kelp, a rusty fork, a gold fish, and finally the ring.
The good lady gave me a small cauldron in return. She said she used to be a witch, but she doesnʼt need it any more. I donʼt believe the “used to be” part, but the cauldron is nice.