Redtail Rise all you want is one more saturday

There would be no silver spoon today! Like a deer, Sunset’s guardian jumped across the water back to shore and reclined. The pale girl licked her chops in thought, wanting to follow but also wanting to hunt the fish.

With the determination of a stubborn child, Saturday’s Sunset slipped back into the cold stream and began to paddle. She faltered at first, but quickly found her rhythm once again.

A splash nearby - a fish! Her ears perked up as she hustled with even more gusto.

Here fishy fishy, the spirit sang.

Saturday’s Sunset bit at the water where she had last spied the trout. Nuthin’! She swam in a small circle and chomped again. Missed it! It must have been an amusing sight, to any onlooker, to watch the pup miss by incredibly large margins as the trout artfully evaded any contact with a quick flick of their tails.

With one last burst of energy, the girl bit at the water and caught something between her teeth.

Yes! the spirit cheered.

A snort of success burst from her nose as she struggled to swim with her cumbersome prey. Eventually, she managed to drag it back onto shore to reveal her prize: a very large stick covered in riverweed.