Dragonflies skirted the scum on the pond in the middle of the baseball diamond. Michiko could almost taste the slime. Kiko took Hiro’s stick and stirred. The tadpoles swarmed to the edge. As they wriggled, they could see their short stubby tails and front legs. “Don’t get dirty,” Michiko warned Kiko. Her feet looked so dainty in running shoes painted with white polish. She wore her woollen coat wide open and carried a cardboard purse. Kiko plucked at the collar of her blue nylon dotted-Swiss dress. “It’s prickly.” Hiro picked up another stick. “I should have brought a jar,” Kiko said. “I could take some tadpoles with me.” The quiet pond reflected the sky and the clouds above them. Michiko’s reflection rippled alongside Kiko’s. They waited for Mr. Sagara to finish his business across the street at the RCMP office. All their paperwork had to be in order before they left.
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