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"Let's return to the river, Yaro. You could fish while I forage. If we are lucky, we will find plenty, and then we shall have friends over for a feast."

"It is a fine day, Saffi. Yes."

They gathered their gear without thinking, for thoughts often spoiled a great idea. They packed snacks and bug repellant and fishing tackle, a basket, a bucket, a blanket, a towel, muck boots, crackers and cheese, water, a journal, a pen, a small bag of corn meal and two hats. They threw all of this in the back seat of their old Honda and took off.

Humming. Touching now and then. Watching shadows and sunlight cross the road. Smelling the fields. Feeling the wind. "Yaro, something special is going to happen today, I feel it. Some magic thing. I am so happy."

Yaro smiled, glancing her way. He had never expected when they met that she would totally love him. My God, he thought, how lucky I am. We live together in our small home. We do reasonable work for decent pay and have plenty of time to enjoy each other.

They pulled off the road not too far from Shemaya's shore, decided what to actually bring down to the riverside and began their hike. When they found their spot, Saffi took out the bag of cornmeal, and sprinkling a small handful into the river and shaking some near the Sycamore, she prayed, "Thank you, our friends, for being here. We honor you and seek permission to fish and forage for our supper."

Sycamore shook his leaves. Shemaya rippled a little louder. Raccoon was not around. Saffi decided to sit awhile and just journal. Maybe a poem would come. Yaro searched intuitively for the fishing spot.

Sycamore told Cardinal to find Raccoon and notify EC and George that the two humans we spoke of were here. Cardinal said, "No use waking Raccoon. I will fly over myself and deliver the message."