Something else broke the surface of the water this time.
It was Heather's fishing pole and the creature that had hold of it brought it across her big ugly bird face as if it were a lion tamer's whip. A loud hiss followed.
The mudmaid was a long, glistening creature all catfish spines and wet grey skin. Her hair was pondgrass and her four eyes were murky and brown--narrowed at the abomination that hold of her. This monster did not belong in the wood!
"BE GONE!" It was an ugly, guttural sound.
Maurice, back on the bank, let out a loud squawk of surprise. WAS IT THE HOOKER!?
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It was Heather's fishing pole and the creature that had hold of it brought it across her big ugly bird face as if it were a lion tamer's whip. A loud hiss followed.
The mudmaid was a long, glistening creature all catfish spines and wet grey skin. Her hair was pondgrass and her four eyes were murky and brown--narrowed at the abomination that hold of her. This monster did not belong in the wood!
"BE GONE!" It was an ugly, guttural sound.
Maurice, back on the bank, let out a loud squawk of surprise. WAS IT THE HOOKER!?
"Heather!"