This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Some weeks you can’t win for losing. Some weeks, you don’t learn your lesson. Some weeks you wonder if nature has something against you. Or at least us.
Last night, we went to the lake at camp again. The same pretty lake that we had to say goodbye to the bird at earlier this week. We made sure not to go back to that same spot on the shore. You see, we didn’t want to be sad. So we took another route and saw another bird. All was good so far. But this time, this particular bird had something on the ground. And it was a fish. A very big fish. Now, when I say very big fish, this fish might as well have been a whale.
As the bird sat on the ground with the fish, the bird decided this whale was too big for it. It tried and tried to lift up the whale fish. But the bird kept dropping it. And finally, in a heap of defeat, it flew away. And decided to never come back. I guess it changed his mind. I can respect that. But not what happened next.
As we were left standing there, we saw the fish keep trying to jump and jump in the middle of the field. There was no one else around. And all of a sudden, Girl Person exclaimed, “oh, great. Fish? You’re going to make me save you, aren’t you?”
Now. Some may call Girl Person crazy. And I do. Because as she quickly looked on her phone to see how much time she had to save this fish, which was three minutes, she ran into the storm of fear. She had to act quick.
She quickly surmised she had one defense against a slimy fish. And that was a dog poop bag. She would put the fish in the bag and carry it to the lake. But the fish kept jumping. The bag wasn’t big enough, Digby was trying to eat the fish, and Girl Person was screaming.
She picked up the fish by the tail and yelled, “I can do this! I can save you. You’re not slimy! This is ok. Everything is ok!” And then she realized how heavy the whale was. And she had to put it down. And well. This was a race against the clock.
Right about that time, apparently, some other persons in a truck had been watching it all. And they stopped and just stared. No help offered. None. Girl Person yelled, “I’m trying to save a fish!! Do you have a bucket?” They just drove away. And we were left to save the whale. Seems to me, a truck could hold a lot of fish and maybe even a small whale. But what do I know? Everything.
Girl Person said, “this is it, boys.” She grabbed the fish by the tail and we ran with that whale to the lake screaming! We were so excited that we made it! She dropped it in and we waited. And he finally swam away. But now. The dog bag had fell in the water with the alligators and we couldn’t leave it there.
Girl Person found a stick and as she fished out the bag, she wondered. How many days do you throw a fish back in a lake and fish out a dog bag? Not many days at all. But we wouldn’t change a thing.
The problem is, in nature, it’s hard to know when to intervene and when to leave things alone. Would the bird have come back? He has to eat too. Should we have left the fish? But we couldn’t see it suffer. Certainly, things that happen in nature are harsh. But beautiful. They can even be pretty funny.
It’s up to us to take care of them and realize our place. But we all can keep learning. We know we have much to learn.
One thing we have learned is that dog poop bags may be good for many things. But not for picking up whales.
–Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle
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