GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
The Rio Grande was a mighty river indeed! Hárekr gazed out across the banks, his tail wagging violently back and forth from the excitement of seeing such a wide river. He ran a short ways along the back to his right, then back to the left. Oh he wanted to jump in! And look at all the fishies! He could see their slick bodies shimmering in the clear water, the full moon light bouncing off the surface, mimicking the shimmering of their scales. Háre paused for a moment…. could he swim? He could, couldn't he? Pfft! Of course the great Hárekr could swim!
With out a second thought he leapt into the river and…. "AIIEEEEEE!" Cold! Cold! Very Cold! The current whisked him down river as the brute struggled to keep his head above the water. CRACK! His head smacked into rock causing his vision to blacken for a moment before the moonlight once again filled his vision and little silver lights swam before his eyes like little water bugs. Water burned up his nostrils. No, no, he couldn't go out like this. Limbs moving furiously Hárekr soon found his rhythm and crawled out of the river in a shivering, soaking mess. Just as he'd managed to climb out of the river a poorly aiming fish leapt from the water and smacked him right in the ass. Háre turned around and started swearing and cussing at the fish in every language that popped into his head.
Sulking the male shook the water from his coat and laid down beside the water to lick his coat clean. How embarrassing. Thank goodness there was no one around to see that. Ow…. his vision was swimming and his head throbbing as he eyed the blood that was dripping down between his paws. The male gazed upward…. huh… was the moon bleeding? That was weird… what was Hati up to up there? Had he bitten the moon? Ohhhhhh…. ohhh shit was he… was Hati EATING THE MOON? Hárekr didn't get a chance to think any further as his vision went dark and his body collapsed.
