[Soddenfur]

Harry sat at the edge of the dock, his feet dangling above the water. His tomato red fishing pole was in his tight grip as he waited for the awakening alert of a fish. The fisher fought to stay awake, eyes threatening to close again and again. Out of nowhere, a flurry of leaves followed by a large, gray blur darted across the beach and into the trees, alarming Harry as he instinctively pulled the fishing rod out of the water. He looked around for the odd blur, but to no avail. Figuring he was just sleepy, Harry continued his fishing.