She watches as the water gently fills the bucket, swirling with the water already in there, starling the fish even further. She sees the tiny currents push them and then watches as the fish flood out into the lake, all quick tails and darting movements as they vanish into their new home.
She watches, and she thinks.
Some of the fish will die. It's the way of things. But most, hopefully, will thrive.
And, fish being fish, those who die will feed those who'll live. It can be very simple, being a fish.
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She watches as the water gently fills the bucket, swirling with the water already in there, starling the fish even further. She sees the tiny currents push them and then watches as the fish flood out into the lake, all quick tails and darting movements as they vanish into their new home.
She watches, and she thinks.
Some of the fish will die. It's the way of things. But most, hopefully, will thrive.
And, fish being fish, those who die will feed those who'll live. It can be very simple, being a fish.
Annie smiles, a little.
"There we go. They're off."