“How long have you been out there, Max?” Smith called to his friend. Max swiveled in place. His dirty gold scales glinted in the spots of sunlight that peered through the brackish water. Greenish hues flitted across his iridescent sides as he moved.
“Since this morning,” Max replied.
“Okay, well, I’m sure you know this, but you’re gonna die,” said Smith, “that part of the river’s polluted. There was some sort of leak or spill or something last week.”
“Shu-duh,” Max scoffed, “why do you think I’m here?” Continue reading “The Carped Crusader”