So I'm not happy with this bit. I've been holding off on posting it for awhile now... it doesn't have the same tone as before... =( It makes me unhappy.
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Knowing that Everett had flown Pearl to safety (which, as it turns out, was the name of this particular trout), Bill made sure the boat was tethered, gathered up their fishing poles and lemonade (because you just can’t leave good lemonade behind), and headed back to the cabin without a hurry or a worry in the world. In fact, he was already quite proud (and a wee bit amused) at the heroic action he’d performed today.
Everett, however, was in a bit of a fix.What DO you do with a fish! He couldn’t think of a place to put her, and he’d never been in such a fluster. He’d tried to put her in the sink, but they had dishes soaking. He’d tried to put her in a bucket, but it was just a little too small for her. He’d thought about trying to put her in a bowl, a vase, a hat, a shoe, a jar, a jug, a ANYTHING! Just to get her out of his mouth! He had to think bigger!
The bathtub!!! And away he rushed!
He got the water started and when it was a good portion full, he gently laid her down inside. He hurried to get some plants and things for her to rest on and be more comfortable. He propped her up on a green leaf marsh weed and watched her. She was alive. She was breathing. Everett never could understand how a fish breathed under water. It just seemed so wrong. But there are a lot of curious things in nature, he guessed. He closed the curtains in the bathroom window and let her rest.
Poor Everett! It had been quite the day for him too, and here, all he’d wanted to do was spend a quiet day by the lake! He trudged his way into the living room and collapsed onto a chair. When Bill came home, he found a much passed out fish and fowl.
Bill stood there for a little while, eyeing his bedraggled friend. He and Everett had been friends for a very long time and he hoped they would always be. But these were very serious thoughts for a moose, so he soon forgot them.
