The two boys stared at the thirty one fish swimming in the shallow pool.
“How do we know which is the magic one?” Owl asked.
“The witch didn’t say,” Raccoon said. “But if we want to save your sister we’ll have to find it. You’d think a magic fish would glow or something.”
The fish swam in every direction, confusing the boys even more.
“Curse that wrinkled, stinking witch. If she wanted our help, all she had to do was ask.”
Raccoon put his arm around Owl’s shuddering shoulders.
“You know she’s too stubborn and afraid to ask for help.”