Arrow Lake rocket raccoon

Hello, there. If you are entering this scene, you will notice that it is some time early in the morning when the sky is still tinged with night. Stars are faint but present, and the star of the sun is rising steadily over the horizon. The lake shore is quiet, and the lake itself is dotted with resting waterfowl. However, it is on the further back corner of the lake shore that we take our greatest interest. There you will see a line of animals, one larger but not much larger than the rest. The one on the farthest end is either a fox or a wolf, cloaked in a red cap. Her back is hunched as she repeatedly dips her paws into clear waters. Her pennant of a tail is held high as if she were some sort of tour guide. Beside her there is a line of five baby raccoons, each pudgy with youth. Their faces are fixed intently on the fox-wolf, and they mimic her actions with faithfulness and over-eagerness. One of them suddenly yips and falls back, and a silver fish the size of a Swedish Fish is launched into the air. It soars and almost seems to float as chaos breaks over the group. However, it never manages to reach its end, which is full of hungry mouths and greedy paws, but remains suspended--this time dangling in the caretaker's mouth. It is not clear who she will favor. The baby raccoons begin to vouch of their worthiness for the catch.