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"Well I can't turn down fishing!" He laughed. He had not forgotten that he had offered to show her a thing or two, and was delighted that she was ready to learn now that she was fed, rested, and settled in to her new home. He was even more delighted that she was so keen, she had tried herself. His tail waved in wide arcs as he gestured with his muzzle for her to follow him, his blue-padded paws leisurely strolling toward the stream. "So what did you try?" He asked as he turned an ear toward her. "What do you already know?" If she knew nothing at all, it did not matter, but it would help him to help her if he knew exactly where she stood in her fishing prowess.