"I catch a..."

Henry has a fishing pole that he casts around the house. He is constantly reeling and catching things. He has quite an imagination starting. He has been "catching" a lot of pike lately, but list has included blue gill, walleye, bass and even a turtle. Whenever we ask him the response is "I catch a ____!"

Tonight at the dinner table the fishing pole was nowhere to be seen and we hear Henry say "I catch a bear!" We look over to see Bear laying on his back on the table with Henry's plastic fork pressed against it's neck (I use the term neck loosely as Bear's neck filling is definitely not a double chin).

Scott tried to hide his laughter at this, but I could not contain myself and soon we were both roaring. Henry wasn't sure what was so funny, so we told him he had to let the bear go.