Splash

I got it back! The stream didn’t take it too far, and the big moon weighed too much to be carried for long. I couldn’t let it slip away, though, the stone belonged to my witch’s grandmother, and that kind of thing is important. And on warm days like this, a little dip is quite refreshing, though I aught to take my hat off next time…

“Thank you, Frankie!” My girl Georgie takes it the pendent from my teeth, hangs it back around her neck, then takes off my hat and wrings it out for me. After a quick shake of my fur I’m nearly dry… unlike poor Georgie.

But hey, it’s only fair, right? A quick splashing in exchange for a precious jewel?

She plops the damp hat back onto my head a little more glee than was necessary.

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