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I had been wide awake, but now I was ready for a snooze. The lapping of water against the boat was like a lullaby.
Because my mother was his favorite sister, I was Juan's favorite nephew. That's why he chose me for this fishing trip instead of one of my older cousins. I wasn't much of a fisherman. Still, I liked being on the water.
Suddenly, my pole began to quiver like a tightly strung bow. I sprang to attention and grabbed it. Below me, I saw the flash of a trout. THose clever, rainbow-colored fish were Juan's favorites.
If you did not know the meaning of "quiver", which words in paragraph 3 could help you?
What is like a tightly strung bow?