A Tisket, A Tasket, I'm Making A Fishing Basket

Birna continued her weaving until the smaller basket was done. Once it was she returned to the top of the basket where the exposed tines had been left. Carefully using her claws she shredded the sticks to make fine points. It would be easy for fish to get in but hard for them to get out and past the tines. Not impossible of course, but difficult enough that they should get at least a few in the trap. Birna gently lifted the basket off the ground, pulling out the sugar cane tines that had held it in place while she wove. She worked to bend these back in toward the larger opening. Again to make it easier for a fish to swim in without injury but more difficult for it to swim out.

Vanille explained that she was just traveling and Birna nodded lightly. "As am I. The seasons lengthen and I head back north. I was not built for the warmer weather of these lands." Soon Guelder returned with a long, think stick. Along the stick were worms that the raven had threaded onto it. Ahhh perfect. Birna grinned. "It's time to assemble. Vanille are you ready? I will place the smaller basket at the opening of the larger one and we'll tie it in place. Guelder can thread the bait through and we can find a place in the lake to set the trap."


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