On The Lazy River

It had been some time since he'd been to the river. But the day would be nice, he could tell. The monochromatic male left early that morning, before the sun even began to touch the sky. The best fishing was early morning or in the evening, and he decided he would get an early start, and then maybe decide if he was going to camp there for the night. He could hear the rushing river as he got closer, the chirp of birds nearby, and the quack of ducks and other waterfowl on the river. The gentle hum of dragonflies as they flitted about. The sounds of everything alive hummed around him, and he was always appreciative. Especially these days...

He reached his once-favorite spot on the riverbank. He hadn't been here in quite some time, but it was just as he remembered. A gently sloped spot where he liked to sit and let the water run over his forepaws. The large stone slate that jutted just a bit over the river worked well as a spot to catch the little minnows and mosquito fish that hung around in its shadow. It was a good spot to camp out here, but he'd make those preparations in a few hours. For now, he went around and began to collect a few materials to make a small fish trap, or a pole.

"SPEAK"