Redtail Rise all you want is one more saturday

The girl floundered for a few moments, but there was no unnecessary panic. New information flooded her brain – the cold feeling all over, the viscosity of water, and how one hard paw stroke would create splashes. Like a rudder, Saturday’s Sunset tail whipped around the stream’s surface in an attempt to stabilize or counterbalance her body. Her paws moved out of time in a disorderly way.

This spirit only laughed at the child’s uneducated swimming style. Listen to our Caru! it urged.

Determined, Saturday’s Sunset did her best to do as told. She tilted her rose back and moved her paws as if she was running. However, she lost her balance and tipped to the side. Again, she surfaced with a soaked head. But she did not give up!

Hearing Masquerade’s encouragement, she tried again. A few strokes – and she began to move forward towards her guardian!