🎣Why is this Cat Always Hungry? What is "Smart Effort" ?| Eastern Wisdom😺 Meow Knows Fables #13

He made the perfect plan, but caught zero fish. Orange Cat is losing his mind. What went wrong? Hi, welcome to Meow Knows Fables. Today's story. The Orange Cat Who Couldn't Fish. Beside a sunny, sparkling river lived a fuzzy, bright orange cat. What he loved most of all were the juicy, jiggly fish that swam and splashed in the cool water. One afternoon, his good friend Blue Cat came home holding a heavy, dangling string of fish. Every fish was fresh and shimmering. Orange Cat's eyes went wide as saucers and his mouth began to water. He made a secret vow. Wow, I will catch an endless feast of fish, even bigger and better than Blue Cat's. Orange Cat carefully studied Blue Cat's fishing rod. It was a simple, sturdy bamboo stick, long and straight. He nodded slowly. Aha, to catch a truly big fish, I need the very best fishing rod. But what makes a rod the very best? Orange Cat paced and puzzled. I know, I'll paint it with dazzling, colorful swirls. The fish will see my gorgeous rod and be eager to jump right onto the hook. The next day, Orange Cat grabbed his bright, fancy rod, sparkling with paint, and marched proudly to the sunny riverbank. He sat down full of hope, cast his line, held the rod tight, and sat perfectly still under the hot sun. The sun climbed higher and higher, and Orange Cat's tummy grumbled and rumbled with hunger. But he kept waiting, focused on his happy dream of a big, delicious fish dinner. Slowly, the sun began to sink low. The fishing rod remained perfectly still. Now Orange Cat was miserable, thirsty, and completely crabby. Just then, Blue Cat walked up with a whole new string of fish. Orange Cat, did you catch anything today? Blue Cat asked kindly. Orange Cat sadly shook his rod, looking down. I made the prettiest rod, but I didn't catch a single, solitary fish. Blue Cat looked closer, then suddenly burst out laughing. Orange Cat had tied a delicate little red flower to his hook. Blue Cat chuckled. Fish don't care about pretty flowers. They love fat, squiggly worms. Try baiting your hook with a worm tomorrow, and I promise you'll have better luck. Orange Cat jumped up. Of course, I'll go dig for worms first thing in the morning. The very next day, Orange Cat woke early and dug up a great big bunch of worms. He put a worm on the hook and cast his line out. He waited, waited, waited. Suddenly, the bobber started to jerk and jump fiercely. Orange Cat felt a huge tug. A big, strong fish was fighting hard in the water. Plink, plonk, splash. Excitedly, Orange Cat pulled with all his might, but snap! The tiny line broke right in half. The big fish zoomed away, and Orange Cat tumbled backward onto the ground. Blue Cat rushed over, seeing the disappointed Orange Cat and the snapped line. He sighed. Why did you use such a thin, silky thread? Fish are very strong underwater. Only a tough, sturdy line can hold them. Orange Cat felt glum. Why is fishing so difficult? I thought I made the very best preparations, so why did I fail? Blue Cat smiled, lifting his own string of fish. Fishing isn't hard, little friend. But tell me, did you bring what the fish actually wanted? Meow knows. You grow! Shiny rod with colors bright. Pretty flower on the line. But fish want worms to take a bite. It's what they need, not what looks fine.