Redtail Rise XLVI

Father was patient with his little hunter.

He demonstrated again, this time ensnaring a frog between his paws. Saturday’s Sunset felt she gleaned a new nugget of information and readied herself to attempt again.

You must be fast, her spirit guided.

Saturday’s Sunset tensed her body and became very still. Her pale face, full of youth, turned statuesque and predatory. She watched as the water broke - a frog’s slick skin and beady dark eyes interrupting the glassy surface. Then, she launched!

With a splash, the girl felt the critter’s squirming body beneath her toes. It struggled hard for something so small and so, in a fit of hasty excitement, she stuck her snout in the water to bite at it. Like some kind of underworld Ariel, Saturday’s Sunset reared her head back in a flowing motion with the frog’s foot caught in her teeth.

However, she moved with such force that the frog’s limb detached from its body! With a croak, the amphibian, now one arm fewer, went flying across the pond and all that the girl was left with was one long, slender frog leg limp in her teeth.