Mumbletongue(or otherwise called Mumble by all who knew him) swished his webbed feet back and forth threw the murky pond, his back slumped a little as he began to melt in the heat of the morning sun. (Well he wasn’t actually melting) The humidity dropped every 12 seconds he had been counting, squinting hard he starred out into the open plains that lay on the other side of the marsh lands. Large puffy looking grey clouds were coming up over the mountains like mushrooms popping out of the mud. His guess from the slight breeze that pushed his long stringy hair behind him, the clouds would soon be coming this way.
“Oh, the rain…” Mumbletongue grumbled as he bobbled the long wooden fishing pole that lay in his webbed hands up in down.
He gave out a long sigh, which sounded more like a Puhh , for the way he sighed was to fill up his cheeks till the looked like a balloons and then to let all the air out with one short rasp. A tug on his line pulled his pole down as something from beneath the water struggled to break free.
He gave out a long sigh, which sounded more like a Puhh , for the way he sighed was to fill up his cheeks till the looked like a balloons and then to let all the air out with one short rasp. A tug on his line pulled his pole down as something from beneath the water struggled to break free.
"Oh?...Oh!" Mumbletongue stood to his feet slipping a bit on the muddy bank, he jerked on the line trying to flip his catch onto shore. "Oh! Oh!"
The thing was putting up a fight on the other end, but with a final tug Mumble yank his pole up in the air sending, what he now could see was an eel through the air. It landed with a slat on the wet grass wriggling.
The thing was putting up a fight on the other end, but with a final tug Mumble yank his pole up in the air sending, what he now could see was an eel through the air. It landed with a slat on the wet grass wriggling.
"Oh...." Mumble dropped his fishing pole and stepped forward grabbing the long eel with his webbed fingers. " Mud and raindrops... this one juicy!"
He squeezed the slimy eel making the creature's eyes bulge. Mumble squealed with delight.(which was very unusual for a marshwiggle)
He squeezed the slimy eel making the creature's eyes bulge. Mumble squealed with delight.(which was very unusual for a marshwiggle)
"Probably a rare poisonous eel. I shall probably kill over once I've eaten it." He sighed again, a long sigh that required him to get a breath first.
Throwing the eel into a reed basket that lay on the ground he picked up his pole and sitting down prepared to bait it over again.
"Ate the whole worm hole..." Mumble humphed as he dug his fingers into the mud searching for another earth worm."...whole worm hole...hehe!"
