"Where did you get them?"
"I caught them in the Lake of the Skeezers."
"What do you intend to do with the fishes?"
"I shall carry them to the home of a friend of mine
who has three children. The children will love to have
the fishes for pets."
She came over to the bench and looked into the
kettle, where the three fishes were swimming quietly in
the water.
"They're pretty," said Reera. "Let me transform them
into something else."
"No," objected the Skeezer.
"I love to transform things; it's so interesting. And
I've never transformed any fishes in all my life."
"Let them alone," said Ervic.
"What shapes would you prefer them to have? I can
make them turtles, or cute little sea-horses; or I
could make them piglets, or rabbits, or guinea-pigs;
or, if you like I can make chickens of them, or eagles,
or bluejays."
"Let them alone!" repeated Ervic.
"You're not a very pleasant visitor," laughed Red
Reera. "People accuse me of being cross and crabbed
and unsociable, and they are quite right. If you had
come here pleading and begging for favors, and half
afraid of my Yookoohoo magic, I'd have abused you until
you ran away; but you're quite different from that.
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