(Cont. from pt 3)
“Dude, what ya running from?” Otto asked.
“My life,” Woody told his otter friend.
“Where ever you go, there you are,” the rainbow trout said.
“Give me some fin, Fin. That was deep.” Otto high-fived Fin.
“Skipping school again, huh Fin,” Woody laughed.
“You know me, I’m a fish of a different color.”
“Man, you guys don’t know how lucky you are. You get to swim around and play all day; make your home where ever you want to.” Woody sighed.
“It’s not that hard. You can be anyone you want to be, my beaver bud.” Otto flipped around in the water performing his signature move.
“Just be like the Ling, and go with the flow,” Fin said insightfully.
“It’s not that simple. ‘A Beaver has got to be who a Beaver is’” Woody said mimicking his father.
“But just who decides who a Beaver is supposed to be?” Fin questioned.
“My Dad!” They all laughed.
Otto straightened his body at attention, “Stand up to The Man. You don’t have to take nothing from nobody.”
“You be You Woody, because you can’t be anyone else!” Fin told his beaver bud.
“You know,” Otto said, “You ain’t got it so bad. You have a roof over your head, your own room.”
“A purpose,” Fin added.
“Yah man, the pond ain’t always greener on the otter side bro,” Otto nodded.
“How about you come walk in my paws, Otto,” Woody joked.
“Don’t knock it down ’til you try it,” Otto laughed.
“Have you guys ever noticed that there is an equal and opposite saying for everything.” Fin began listing off examples.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, yet, out of sight, out of mind.
You can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but it’s never too late to learn.
Just go with the flow or always swim up-stream.
“Make out like a bandit, but crime doesn’t pay.” Otto smiled at his addition. “It’s the Yin and Yang of life my friend.”
“So, what you are saying is, I’m damned if I do, I’m damned if I don’t.”
“Good thing you’re a Beaver Woody.” Otto added. “We could do this all day.”
“I wish I had been doing this all day instead of spending all my time with Pops trying to control the water.”
“Good luck with that,” Fin chuckled.
“It is getting pretty late,” Otto noticed. “The sun has already set.”
“Well, this son had better get back home before his goose is cooked,” replied Woody.
A flock of geese nearby honked in disapproval.
“You can’t please them all my friend,” Otto said, shaking Woody’s hand.
“I don’t know what I would do without you guys,” Woody said, before heading home to assess the damage.
Stay tuned this week for the rest of the story.
Reflections in the Pond is a satirical, forest fable; where the only lessons you take from the story are the ones you are ready to learn.
(Your comments are greatly appreciated, as I haven’t written a story since grade school.)
Written for my niece: May you see something different every time you read it.
Pictures by Elaine Kelly, author of Free The Truth