And this time there was more than one. First two, then three, then four... Some moving slowly and languidly, others darting back and forth, fish appeared from between the trees as if they were magic. And, well, what else could they be, with how they looked, and how they moved? What else could do that?
"Whoa," said Milo, looking up at them. The wonder in his voice was evident, and he didn't even try to disguise it as he stared up, open-mouthed.
[Bonus Thread 72]