He studied the rocks with his
protruding eyes and scanned the fishpond with his excellent binocular vision.
Below the ivory pond lilies closed tight for the night, he spotted goldfish
shimmering in the moonlight.
Mr. Greenleaf hopped closer to the water’s
edge and called down to the carp family,
“Excuse
me, ladies and gentleman,
May
I have your attention please?
Do
you know a game to play
On
water, rocks, or trees?”
One lone
fishy glided to the surface, stuck her round mouth above the water, and
noiselessly opened and closed, opened and closed her thin, orange lips. Mr.
Greenleaf strained his neck toward the visitor and said, “What’s that, madam? I
can’t hear one burble that you’re saying.”
Goldie simply winked a bubble eye, swirled around, and then returned to the other fish resting on
the bottom of the pool.
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