Username: ☁Lady Raincloud☁
name: Banjo Bird
Gender: Male
Gender for breeding purposes: Male
Short story: (Must be over 300 words and under 500 to count!)
Banjo had been out all night long trying to fish. It was difficult, this late at night, being so very alone. Yet he had remained so for hours, watching and waiting, eyes set on the water, and arm poised to strike. However every time he figured he'd catch a fish, and was about to reach and garb it, it would vanish. He was frustrated by this point, seething with anger, and curious as to why the fish would vanish. He thought of stories of cryptids and aliens, and monsters, and he set back for home. Perhaps this fish was some type of illusion, or an alien? He would find out!
Next morning the sun was up and shining and he was back out again, this time with a fishing pole. The same pretty fish appeared, looking delicious to a predator such as him, and he flung in his line. Each time they managed to eat whatever foot was stuck as bait, yet never actually where caught. Almost as if they where invisible! He was angrier and only got angrier. So he plotted another scheme, those fish would be his!
That night he was still out there, and this time, he swam next to these fishes. He would viciously snatch at them, with claws and teeth and even his tail, but each time they vanished like air. Was this some sort of torment? What had he done to deserve this? Yet again and again he'd fail, and why? Why would he fail? They looked real, they where not fake fish, yet he could not garb one!
Finally he almost gave up. Then an idea! Perhaps he could hunt elsewhere for food, but try to capture one of the fish alive? As a way of payback for all that wasted time! So he left his home with a net and tank and this time caught a fish. Now, he writes about his, saying these weird, alien like fishes knew his intent, and he hopes to study them further as he continues to live by the lonely lake.
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