What did the fish say when he hit a wall?

It had taken time to haul the stones that had once edged the western side of the moor out here and now that she had a decent pile, she began the laborious task of repositioning the stones back into a wall that would run across the western edge of the plains. It would give the cattle and goats the option to move into the longer grassed fields, while still providing some semblance of protection from casually wandering predators or escapees looking to take all their friends with them.

She worked steadily, stone by stone, slotting the rocks back together as they had been, enjoying the mindlessness of the task. Perhaps if any of her children came to join her, they could turn it into a story time, or a lesson about the advantages the wall might bring. Until then, she would continue to chip away at it, stone by stone.

"speech"