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Owl and Raccoon walked down to the river through fog thick as movie theatre curtains. They watched silver minnows leap out and twist to catch the mosquitoes hovering just above the water.
The sun was half-hidden behind the scraggly pines and the grey haze.
“We could build a raft,” Raccoon said. “And then sail down the river, looking for adventures.”
Owl noticed the fresh bruises on his friend’s arms the day before. He wanted to say something, to comfort him. But he didn’t know what or how.
Instead, he helped Raccoon drag fallen logs and thick branches to the shore.