When he turned to go look for bait, he found himself face to face with an extremely strange looking young mule. He was so scared he couldn’t move an inch. The curious young mule sniffed at the boy cautiously. After deciding the boy wasn’t dangerous, nor any kind of food, the mule began to graze once again on the blue grass. Realizing the little mule meant him no harm, the boy gave a sigh of relief.
2He watched the young mule for a moment and then began to look for bugs as he walked around the shore of the golden lake. As he walked he watched the little mule out of the corner of his eye. Before long he noticed the little mule was slowly moving in the same direction. Was the little mule following him, he wondered as he looked under stones for some kind of bait. He was about ready to give up because he’d found nothing but undisturbed dirt when he spotted a large red rock. He strained intensely until he felt the rock give and tip onto its side. As soon as the rock flipped over onto its side, he spun and dropped to his knees. He found a few fat juicy worms. Two were wriggling in the grooves they’d made in the soft dirt underneath the large red stone. He quickly plucked them up and dropped them into his jacket pocket. The third was part way into its hole. He gently tugged it from its hole and then he dropped the worm into his jacket pocket with the first two, scooped up a little bit of dirt, and then carefully sprinkled it over the worms. It was harder to set the large red rock back upright. None-the-less he tried hard and finally managed the task.3
At that point the dream faded and became hazy. When it became clear again the boy was preparing to cook the fish he had caught. He smiled at the thought of fish for supper. He pushed a sharpened blue stick all the way through the strange golden fish. He held the fish over the fire to cook turning it from time to time. The strange little mule lay quietly nearby, as though comforted by the fire’s extremely strange blue glow. The boy smiled again when the smell of the cooking fish drifted up to his nose. The smile faded quickly, however, when he heard a noise in the extremely strange bushes near him. It wasn’t a very loud noise, but it made him nervous anyway. His fears vanished completely when a small puppy crawled out through an opening in the bushes. It sniffed the air hungrily as it slowly came towards the young boy. He marveled at the extremely strange pup as it struggled shakily through the deep blue grass. He picked the pup up and carefully sat it in his lap. The pup continued to sniff the air, following his nose to source of the smell of the cooking fish.4
When the young boy pulled the fish off of the fire for inspection, he rested the stick across his knees. Within seconds the little pup had scrambled up to the fish. It began to tear off and swallow small bites of the hot, orange fish. Before the boy could react the pup had eaten almost a third of the fish. The boy stared at the puppy whose belly bulged incredibly. When he sat the pup on the ground it simply licked its lips and wiggled its tail happily. The boy shook his head as he took a bite of fish. While he chewed the delicious golden fish he stared at the little pup thoughtfully. He swallowed and then took a sip of golden water from his canteen. “No ordinary puppy could have scarfed so much of my fish so quickly. You are a scarf creature.” The boy explained to the pup. “I will call you Scarf for short.” He added lightly. After washing down the last bite of fish with a couple of swallows of water, he picked up the strange little pup and placed it in his lap. While petting the pup very softly, he stared at the warm blue fire. Before long the boy and the pup were fast asleep.
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