Everett dropped the tip of his wing into the water, trailing it there. He always loved the feel of water and came out to the lake nearly every day. He didn’t need the boat. He’d just float, with his wings tucked in, and be swayed to sleep by the water and the wind. There wasn’t anything like it.
But he did need a boat whenever he went fishing with Bill. It turns out a moose doesn’t float very well. They’d tried.
Just as Bill and Everett were drifting off to sleep in the boat, there was a great commotion towards the shore. Splashing and thrashing and bubbled cries for help. At first, they didn’t know what to make of it. It seemed such a sudden and strange juxtaposition to the quiet a few seconds ago. They lurched up and caught sight of what was going on.
It was Delilah, the biggest, meanest water moccasin in these parts and she’d grabbed ahold of a very feisty lake trout who was determined not to go down without a fight.
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