Fish FightThe river looked calm as we emerged from the bordering bushes. Not a ripple, not a hint of anything below the water’s surface. All the snakes came along with a sense of adventure. So our patch of dirt above the sand was crowded.
I said to Ivan, “Please try to call your brother out of the water.”
Horace stepped back toward the bushes and said, “I sense an historic moment. I’m setting my Soul’s vision to stream out to the history folks live as it happens.”
Ivan nodded at me, and then walked past Gypsy out onto the sand. He paused halfway to the water and called out, “Christian! If you can hear me Christian. Please come back to me.” He glanced back at us. “I brought help. I brought help to save you Christian.”
Nothing happened for a while. Horace stood silently and watched, sur
