Chasing Fish

Beautiful sunshine. Athena thought as she jogged along the creek. She glanced down into the transparent waters and saw glittering fish dash to and fro. Stopping abruptly, one small, yet juicy fish caught her eye. She sometimes liked to chase fish for the practice, even if not for food. She stood with her shoulders square and stared down intently into the water. Her soft brown eyes darted back and forth. Slippery little guys. She lowered herself gently, trying not to let the fish catch her gaze. Bounding into the water with a huge splash she dove for a small grey fish. Darn. Lost him. Athena was thankful that she was better at collecting herbs and smaller mammals for prey. Fish hunting wasn't her strong suit, quick as she was.

After a few more tries and a few more fails, she finally hopped out of the creek and shook herself dry. She decided to walk further through the valley and try to find a prairie dog or a chipmunk...perhaps she'd have better luck.