<span>Early one Saturday morning, (6) a fisherman and his (7) son went fishing. Since fishermen do not like to talk (8) a lot, (9) the men in our story were as quiet as the (10) fish. (11) Only at noon, when the clouds appeared on the horizon, the son said to the father: "It seems like it will rain." (12) The father looked up at the sky and nodded. But he did not say a word. (13) One day it happened that way. On Sunday they took a break. But as usual, nothing was said. On Monday they went fishing again, but still in (14) silence. So they went on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, everyone went the same way. It was not until Friday evening, when it started raining hard, that the father wiped his forehead with his hand and said, "Yes, you're right</span>

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