Whitefish River So start me up and watch me go.

Come play with Speedy!

The slowly coursing river in front of Speedy was teeming with fish. She licked her lips as she watched the occasional flip of a tail break the surface of the water. She didn't fish often, usually preferring rabbits or birds, but there were so many, it should be easy to catch one, right? 

She trotted into the water, wagging her tail as she watched the fish swim by. A couple times, she almost went for one but stopped herself, deciding at the last minute that it wasn't close enough. Finally, a brazen whitefish was headed right for her; he was a big one, too. Her golden gaze tracked the fish as it moved closer and closer. Then, right before it swam directly in front of her, she shot her muzzle in the water and attempted to grab the fish between her jaws. She felt the fin just barely escape her teeth as she pulled her head back up. "Damn!" Speedy said as she shook the water from her face. How did that fucker get away? Now she was mad and was not leaving this water until she was successful.