After a few days of severe weapons' training from Uncle Taru, June decided to spend her well deserved day-off at the rocky river-bed. She had come to love the soothing feeling of the shallow waters, lightly running over her feet and seeing some of the less hostile wildlife drinking and playing in the river. She could lay there all day and watch the clouds roll by.
June at one point had fallen asleep and no one knew where she was. When she awoke, the sun had already set and when she returned to the campsite her dad and his friends made her ears bleed with threats of them quitting her training and warning her not to go anywhere again, without informing them. It was the first time she saw her aunty get upset.. She understood that the forest was no picnic and made sure to tell at least one of them when she was going for a walk in the forest or back to town for whatever reason.
On this beautiful quiet day, she spent the morning enjoying the golden streaks of light dancing on her face as she sat on a rock with her feet in the crystal clear water. She closed her eyes and listened to the waters as they gently crushed against the rocks around her. The sound turtle ducks peaked her interest and she opened one eye to scan her surroundings.
A mother duck led her little troops, ten in total, who marched behind her in an undisciplined manner, towards the river. She drunk from the rivers edge about a metre from where June was sitting, while her little minions waded into the river. They seemed to be having the time of their lives. One little duck seemed curious about June and walked over to her. She gave it a tickle under the neck and it let out a little quacking noise that seemed to be pleasing because all the other ducklings came over to have the necks tickled.
Soon after that, their mom got jealous and came over to experience this fun feeling. Shortly after, mother duck led her little infantry unit back into the forest. June was about to do the same when she remembered that today was her fishing day. Yes, it was her day-off but chores still needed to be done and since she was already by the river she figured she could do it now rather than later.
A few metres down stream where the waters depth and breadth was significantly larger than where she had been, June found the fishing ground that Taru had once shown her but today she wasn't the only one fishing.
Two Platypus bears were her competition and since she wasn't in the mood to fight nor did she have any tools to defend herself with, apart from the fishing spear she had crafted, which could maybe come in handy against one bear but never against two, she went ahead with plan c – catching fish for all three of them.
She got closer to them, made a pit in the riverbed and went into the water but stayed closer to on side of the river and when she caught a fish, she whistled loudly and threw the fish to the other side, causing the bears to chase after it. She caught two more, whistled and threw them at the bears. When she did it for a third time, the bears ate the fish and didn't move an inch. They understood the message – stay on the riverbed and get fed. One of them even sat down and watched June work her magic.
She rarely missed. Every time she dipped her spear into the water, she would pull it up with a fish or two at the other end of it. After a few more stabs at the river, June waved goodbye to the bears and walked to the riverbed closest to her. She had been secretly throwing some fish into the pit when the bears weren't looking.
With her prizes in hand, she headed back to the campsite, feeling quite pleased with the way her day had gone.