An eyeball, a somehow darker than black, appeared between the slats of the fence.
“What do you boys want?” the thing on the other side of the fence asked.
“Nothing,” Owl and Raccoon said in unison. “You called us over.”
“Good, good. You two’ll do. You’ll do. Come over to the gate.”
The eye moved in one direction, and they followed it. A door in the fence creaked open just wide enough for a jar and the bony fingers holding it.
“Take this to the river. Set it free. I’ve learned my lesson.”
The jar contained a dragonfly.