seetheirsoul:

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      kubo sits in his boat of LEAVES fishing. at first he’d done it as a few of the village men had taught him, with poles and nets. this yielded fine results but the IMPATIENCE of youth demanded more sport be involved. shortly after he found himself with his bow in hand, fishing the way his FATHER had taught him. he’d caught a few this more difficult way before he’d finally missed a shot. though he SWORE he saw ripples in the water where he’d aimed. he’s ready to accept his loss and slowly bring in the arrow when he feels an UNEXPECTED pull upon it. quickly he begins to drag it back towards the boat, excited that he hadn’t missed AFTER-ALL

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                she is so surprised by the tugging that for a moment she lets go, peering at the rope as it continues to move past her.  it does not LOOK like it could be alive – it is too thin to be an eel or a snake.  just as she sees the arrow rise past her face, her tail begins wiggling frantically, a race to meet the mystery at the other end of the rope.  she only barely catches up, but before it pops free of the water, she grabs hold again, tiny fingers clinging with as much MIGHT as they can muster while the rest of her body flaps awkwardly, unsure how to move outside of the water.

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