Days have not been the same in Cooterville since our friend has gone. We look for him on the shore every day, where he used to come and visit, but we cannot find him. He was not like the other humans, with their noise and guns. He was a quiet and gentle man who seemed happy to see us and even talked to us as if we could understand him. We will keep looking, and maybe someday we will see him on another shore and a bigger pond...

