The Heron In The Reeds

The day was bright and vibrant, and the suns beams glinted the surface of the small pond. The marshy area around the pound was teeming with life, and in the middle of the pond stood a great bird. It was motionless, the Great Blue Heron's beak pointed, ready to dart in any direction in a second, watching the still water patiently. After a few minutes of waiting, his patience paid off as he caught glimpse of a fish and quickly caught it and ate it. He caught several other fish then his luck ran out and nothing else showed up. Frustrated, the heron walked around the pond vigorously searching when he heard a 'snap' and squawked loudly as something grabbed his foot from below. A muskrat trap had clenched his foot, and he dragged it onto land as far as the chain would allow, and flailed with all his might, but the iron grip was much to strong for the heron and was unable to release the trap. Nearby, two boys paddled their canoe up a river and heard the ruckus of the heron. The two went to check and see what the comotion was, and saw the heron and his unfortunate scenario. The two threw a bag over his head to restrain him and remomved the trap. Afterwards, they tended to his wounds, and went to release the heron. He thanked them by pecking at them furiously before taking off indignantly; While they stared at him wistfully, half regretting their generosity.