Today I went canoeing with my mom, my dad, and my brother Matt. We did a really hard route with many logs in the way. Between my mom hyperventilating from fear and my dad telling me to paddle, then not to paddle, in five second intervals, it was an exhausting day.
I just want to share a quick anecdotal story that occurred a few days ago at a fishing clinic I was teaching. We were playing a game in which most of the kids were northern pike fingerlings, and some were kingfishers, a type of bird that eats norhtern fingerlings. After one of the rounds, a little girl came up to me and said, "Teacher, one of the kingfishers didn't tag a boy because they were friends."
Not wanting to involve myself in this "life-isn't-fair" dispute, I shrugged and said, "Well, that's just the way it goes sometimes."
She thought about this a while, then said, "So you mean a kingfisher could become friends with a northern pike in real life?"
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