Finally We Might be Getting a Clue

Day Seventeen
Today things were looking up for Greta. The air was warm, and it was a lovely day. Outside, the chickens were happy and giving eggs, and to make it perfect; no neighbours were anywhere on her little island. They could make the most awful sounds imaginable (and she was from Bridgeport, so you knew it was bad when she couldn’t stand the noise.)
Taking her chances, she donned her scuba gear, and headed for the cave. Several fish were available, but seemed to be in a teasing mood. They darted out of reach each time Greta went to catch one. Hmm, maybe they were catching onto the flipper trick, she’d need a new method soon. Using the cave, she went to the next spot.
After harvesting some kelp, Greta went fish hunting. She managed to catch a few, but they were few and far between. Feeling somewhat dejected, she headed home for the day. It wasn’t a total loss, she had managed to get a few gems which she cut, and she made her new dishwasher unbreakable.
Late that night, she reached out and grabbed a hold of Nessie and Nestor. No one had to know how lonely she felt.

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