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Show -2.8- the inner wood was smooth, then took a sharp stone and fashioned the bent end into a pointed hook. By slicing the stripped bark with the stone, she made several thin cords, one of which she used to tie the feather to the hook. Taking the crude fishing pole, Sandy waded into the lake. She stood quietly for a minute, then dipped the twig with the feathery bait into the water. Within minutes, she caught a big speckled trout and flipped it onto the bank. She ran to the bank and held tie flopping fish tightly until it became still. "How shall I cook it?" she asked the spoon. ""wash and clean the fish, and put it on a flat rock," Verus ordered. Sandy did as she was told. "Take me by my handle, so that the sun-image is directly over the fish, - that's right, - now, wave the sun-image back and forth, slowly, three times." The fish turned a golden brown and began to sizzle in its own juices. She put the spoon down carefully on a rock, and ate the fish, which was delicious. When the chicks smelled the food, they came over, but refused to eat any. The silly birds kept bumping into each other, for they were blind like their parents. After her meal, Sandy put Verus back into her pocket, gathered the chicks and tucked them into her sweater. Then she began exploring. Since there wasn't much to see on her side of the lake, Sandy headed for the opposite shore, where she had noticed an opening in the cavern wall. It was a good mile's walk - longer than she realized, and by the time she got there she was quite worn out. because the chicks were restless, she put them down and let them run. |