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Hoots of laughter rise over the murmur of the pond and I squint at a pair of kalons splashing in the water. The female grips a large spade and the male holds a large bucket that thumps against his forelegs as he picks his way through the shallows, careful not to step on jagged stone shards. The silhouette of something fills the tub almost to the brim.
Splash! I nearly lose my footing on the shifting soil and slippery moss as the female kit plunges her shovel into the water with a savage cackle, and then dumps the contents of her shovel into the pail. A gleaming lump writhes in a heartbeat of being airborne before dropping into the tub with a sickening thunk.
My footsteps falter as a tendril of dread snakes into my stomach, but then I hasten my pace, droplets scattering each time my foot breaks the water. I suck in a breath as my gaze lands on pale orange scales and a dappled tail. The reek of death rises into the air like smoke. As I’m drawn closer, my eyes meet with blank, bulging eyes; unseeing and lifeless.
Horror rises in my throat. My tail shine burns with a searing, desperate pain and I open my mouth to protest, but the words weigh heavily on my tongue. The kalons' hard eyes glint with contempt, and I drop my gaze. The bucket is flipped upside down and murky water tumbles from the rim, followed by the koi that slops onto the ground.
The pondwater laps at the stones, washing away leaf litter, but the crushed koi body remains imbedded in the dark soil.
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