Dancing With Cinderella

Mystic was impressed with her father's words of wisdom. She never really knew how he would know almost anything she asked him, and she would love to be like her father some day. Her crimson optics glistened in the light that surrounded them and looked over to the stream, watching the fish swim around in their own little world. Mystic watched as one came close, soon, she snapped down upon it as it wobbled in her mouth. But, what she did not know, was that some fish had some fight in them as it soon wobbled even more forcefully, causing the young pup to splash into the stream and lose her prize. Mystic stuck her head out of the stream as she smacked her paws against the water, trying to stay afloat as the stream was not so shallow that she could easily get out. After a couple tries, she managed to get out and shook her coat off.

"The fish did not like to be handled..." Mystic spoke, embarrassed that she had managed to catch something, then lose it. Her lobes were erect as she could hear some fish leaping out of the water and smash into the stream. A smile continued to come across her as she nudged her father's chest, a small smile spreading across her face.