As the sun was going down, and Ignatius had just one soggy bag of curry 'n' woodworm crisps left, there came through the gloom a long, pointed, furry nose, and just behind it Harold the Mole. 'I thought I'd find you here,' he said. 'I'm feeling a bit fed up tonight on my own, so I thought I'd see if you fancied some cocoa and a couple of juicy antburgers.'
'Oh dear,' said the mouse, 'it'll have to be another night, I'm afraid. As soon as I've finished fishing I've got to get back and see the big match.' So Harold went away.

When it got to ten to ten, Ignatius packed up his fishing rods and ran back to see the match.

He hadn't caught a single fish.

Served him right.