Whitebark Stream beware signs are ignored

Daylily cringed when the girl told her that fish didn’t sleep, thinking she’d been caught. She opened her mouth to beg the pastel-colored female away from the ice, but then she suddenly gave in. ’What kind of fun do you have in mind?’ the girl asked in her strange, sing-song voice.

Daylily had not thought that far ahead; she was just relieved that the girl was doing what she wanted her to. “Well,” she began, drawing out the word as she thought about it. “There is plenty of snow around…” With a mischievous grin, she dug her paw into the snow and flung it towards the girl! Feeling like a puppy again, she performed a play bow, sticking her butt into the air and wagging her tail. “Betcha can’t get me!” she taunted playfully, and waited for the girl’s reaction.