I grabbed my tranquilizer gun and placed it with the rope and the binoculars already in my bag. Setting my gear by the campfire, I took inventory of my surroundings before re-entering the tent. My latest sample lay asleep in his cage, giving me enough time to find his mate.
Leaving the grounds, I moved east toward the river’s edge. There, the swan was ready to transform and jump in the water— so lovely when they were in their human form. Those red long johns and the cabin in the background looked like Christmas in July. My personal present indeed.
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