The ice fishermen, those obnoxious insensitive ones, invaded yesterday before we could get our skating rink identified. They plopped down their tip-ups, drilled holes not twenty-five feet off our dock, and made a mess of the smooth ice. I warned the fish to stay away, and tried to get the rain to drive them off. But they only stayed and stayed.
Dog one, fish zero.
Maybe if we shovelled off a rink, they would stay away next time. For some reason they feel entitled to the spot directly in front of the house. So do we. A conflict ensues. A story is born.
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