Maurice didn't respond. He just kept wading forward. He did not understand the song but in his undead bones he felt like the creature was insinuating that his pasty moon booty may have been desirable in one past life or another. The water reached his hips.

The mudmaid did not stop singing but did back away a few feet as Heather sloshed forward. She raised the rod high and whipped it through the air before casting the line, aiming to smack her in the face with the bobber.