101 in feasting

As Hazel began to wiggle her end just a little, Bas moved to copy her. At first, totally out of sync with her movements before he got the timing right. And then the net was swishing in the water like something alive and - hopefully - interesting. “I dunno, fish are pretty dumb, arne’t they?” he mused back.

After a moment of waiting, Hazel asked if this spot was big enough, and Bas understood the sentiment. Just because it was one of the deepest spots by the shoreline, didn’t mean it was all that big. He looked around them for a moment, furrowing his brow. “That Cypress that’s fallen over just out there. We could swim out to it, and throw the net off the side of it?” he suggested, turning bright blue eyes to his friend. At her agreement, he hauled on the net, dragging it back up. Rolling it as he did. He tucked it over his own shoulders, being the biggest of the two. Luckily, they weren’t going too far out. He stepped into the water, and began to wade out to the Cypress.

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