The Second Life Of Abigail Walker - Plot & Excerpts
No fish, unless you counted the swarms of tiny minnows, which the fox did not. Minnows! When once she had dined on red-and-orange cutthroat trout. She’d been in the long-ago story of the grand expedition, on a narrow boat floating westward on the lazy river. Everything had seemed so new, even the sky. The wind like God laughing softly in the next room. She’d folded herself into a bundle behind the boxes of supplies and piles of blankets, and when she got hungry, she reached a paw over the side and grabbed a fish from the water. Tall tale! Crow had cawed when she’d told him about it later. Tall tale! But birds fished the river all the time. Why not a fox, so much smarter than a bird in every way? Yes, all I had to do was reach a paw out, the fox had insisted to Crow, who’d flown away nattering like a cranky old man. The old story soothed the fox, even with the echoes of Crow’s disbelieving cries ringing in her ears. Really, she had to do something about these nightmares. Who’d ever heard of a fox having nightmares?
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