Wainscott

...Crouched in the far end of the log, Bagley kept watch over the water. It wasn't as smooth as a few moments ago, for now was the time of day when insects flocked to the pond. Swallows were swooping at them from up above, while fish were trying to catch them from down below.. Everytime one of the feeding fish made a rip in the pond's silken fabric, Bagley felt a little rip inside his chest. The sun was setting across the water. The sky turned rosy, and so did the pond. When the very top of the sun was about to sink below the horizon, Bagley poked his head out from the end of the log. A few feet away, a striped fish was drifting by. 

  Wainscott Weasels is a classic in our family now.  Love is hard.