Beer, the nine-year-old son of a friend of mine, reared in Alaska and already an avid fisherman, was visiting his relatives in New York. His uncle took him fishing and the boy caught a nice trout. His uncle enthused over it: Just look at the size of that fish! That's a big one, boy. Just look at it...

The nine year old looked up at his uncle. Uncle Bob, he said earnestly, I've never seen a fish so little.