“You’ve heard of the fool on the hill,” said Crisp looking down on the boy fishing in the sunset, “well, this is the fool on the lake.”
“You’re being a bit harsh, aren’t you?” I questioned.
“He’ll never catch anything out there, the water is too quiet,” answered Crisp, “everyone knows quiet water means the fish are asleep.”
“I think that’s a load of nonsense.”
“Well, watch and see if he does catch anything.”
So I did, and he didn’t.
I wondered at that moment if I could bottle this quiet water and sprinkle it over a sleeping Crisp, a quiet day with her could be something of an asset.
Suddenly she jolted me from my reverie.
“Dream on,” she said, “I know what you are thinking.”
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