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." Then, his lantern lit, he
crouched down and waited for the creature to rise to the
surface.
It didn't do so, either because it was fearful of the light, or
because it knew that it was not Petal who called.
No matter, thought Aron. He stood up. "You shall
reveal yourself whether you like it or not." And, with that,
he gripped his walking stick with two hands and started to
break apart the beaver dam.
He stabbed at the dam repeatedly, prying it, pulling out
the limbs, branches, and mud. The water rushed out of each
break, swelling the stream on the other side. The pond itself
slowly began to shrink, leaving behind a widening shore of
mud that was laced with stranded lily pads and their limp
stems. Several frogs left high and dry began burrowing by
backing into the mud, their bulbous eyes disappearing last
with a blink.
His heart pounding ever faster, Aron worked all the
harder. "Come, come!" he called out over the increasingly
loud rush of water. "Don't be shy! Let me see your fishy
face!" He put down his stick and eagerly held his lantern
over the surface.
He was rewarded for his efforts. He saw, swimming
among an ever thicker riot of fish, a large, human-shaped
something - no, two human-shaped some-things, both still
vague in the muddy, benighted water
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