Genesis 047
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Title~ Fishing
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 047. Mum just told me this little story about when she went fishing once on the last day of school with her dad on the Inmann River in Victor Harbor. I couldn't resist X3
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“Yabbies for dinner tonight, ‘may?” Mehni asked her from the bank, casting his line back into the water.
Nimay shook her head and threw the yabby pot back into the river, then trudged back up the bank to plonk herself beside her father.
It was a beautiful spot, just in from the mouth of the Ra-Lin’s gorge. The sheer cliff faces rose up on both sides of the river, glowing red-gold in the late afternoon sun. The snowy white bark of the gums shone out of the shadows in the base of the gorge, and the reeds on the opposite side hushed pleasantly in the breeze.
Beside Nimay there was a huge footprint that had been left in the ground, probably when it was still muddy from Winter. It had been filled up with water from the rain last night, and had little shoots of grass growing up from the middle. Nimay experimentally put her own foot in the print; it wasn’t even half the size of the foot that had made it. She had a way to go yet.
“Ooh, here we go,” Mehni exclaimed, standing up and tugging at his fishing line. He wound some of the line around the reel and pulled again, repeating the process several times until the silvery form of a flapping fish emerged from the water, doing its very best to dislodge itself from Mehni’s hook.
“Too small to eat, I reckon,” Nimay’s father said reluctantly, but gently took hold of the fish anyway. Nimay watched carefully as he pulled the hook from the fish’s mouth, then let it go with a quiet plop into the puddle of water in the footprint.
Nimay bent over it in fascination. The fish sat there for a moment, and she could see its gills working as it took in great gulps of water through its gaping little mouth. Suitably recharged, it began swimming around in darting little circles in the puddle. She dipped one finger into the water to try and stroke the fish, but it was too fast for her, even in that small space. It flicked its tail against her once, making her giggle.
She looked back up at her father, a pleading look in her eyes.
Mehni looked puzzled, then realisation dawned on his face. It always took him a little longer to understand than her mother. “You want to keep it as a pet?” he asked, laughing as Nimay nodded enthusiastically. “No, we can’t do that, Nimay. It’s only a baby fish. It won’t be long until it’s grown much bigger, too big to keep at home.”
Nimay’s shoulders slouched, but she went back to playing happily with the fish.
“Don’t think we’re going to catch anything today, ‘may,” Mehni said finally, reeling his line back in. He tossed the little fish back into the river and swung his laughing daughter onto his shoulders. “We’ll have to buy something from the market. Promise not to tell Mama?”
Nimay giggled mischievously. She promised.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 047. Mum just told me this little story about when she went fishing once on the last day of school with her dad on the Inmann River in Victor Harbor. I couldn't resist X3
“Yabbies for dinner tonight, ‘may?” Mehni asked her from the bank, casting his line back into the water.
Nimay shook her head and threw the yabby pot back into the river, then trudged back up the bank to plonk herself beside her father.
It was a beautiful spot, just in from the mouth of the Ra-Lin’s gorge. The sheer cliff faces rose up on both sides of the river, glowing red-gold in the late afternoon sun. The snowy white bark of the gums shone out of the shadows in the base of the gorge, and the reeds on the opposite side hushed pleasantly in the breeze.
Beside Nimay there was a huge footprint that had been left in the ground, probably when it was still muddy from Winter. It had been filled up with water from the rain last night, and had little shoots of grass growing up from the middle. Nimay experimentally put her own foot in the print; it wasn’t even half the size of the foot that had made it. She had a way to go yet.
“Ooh, here we go,” Mehni exclaimed, standing up and tugging at his fishing line. He wound some of the line around the reel and pulled again, repeating the process several times until the silvery form of a flapping fish emerged from the water, doing its very best to dislodge itself from Mehni’s hook.
“Too small to eat, I reckon,” Nimay’s father said reluctantly, but gently took hold of the fish anyway. Nimay watched carefully as he pulled the hook from the fish’s mouth, then let it go with a quiet plop into the puddle of water in the footprint.
Nimay bent over it in fascination. The fish sat there for a moment, and she could see its gills working as it took in great gulps of water through its gaping little mouth. Suitably recharged, it began swimming around in darting little circles in the puddle. She dipped one finger into the water to try and stroke the fish, but it was too fast for her, even in that small space. It flicked its tail against her once, making her giggle.
She looked back up at her father, a pleading look in her eyes.
Mehni looked puzzled, then realisation dawned on his face. It always took him a little longer to understand than her mother. “You want to keep it as a pet?” he asked, laughing as Nimay nodded enthusiastically. “No, we can’t do that, Nimay. It’s only a baby fish. It won’t be long until it’s grown much bigger, too big to keep at home.”
Nimay’s shoulders slouched, but she went back to playing happily with the fish.
“Don’t think we’re going to catch anything today, ‘may,” Mehni said finally, reeling his line back in. He tossed the little fish back into the river and swung his laughing daughter onto his shoulders. “We’ll have to buy something from the market. Promise not to tell Mama?”
Nimay giggled mischievously. She promised.
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