Silver Creek Part Three: Fish Breath

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cortland craned his neck to look at this 'wet' grace spoke of -- it was the glittering stream beside them. the black-muzzled girl puzzled him, but also intrigued the boy; he wanted her to show him, but it seemed like she didn't want to yet. while cortland understood her articulation, he couldn't for the life of him see how he was 'too little,' and glanced to casmir for an explanation. you could fall in and get really sick, dude. your mom wouldn't like that.
of course not — his mom was beginning to really cramp his style, what with her insistence he not run outside at night or bark at foxes, or other fun things. "mama fish? gayce fish?" the boy piped. surely if rowan did it, he could; no one could tell him otherwise. "who else fish?"[/tr][/td][/table]