A spear! Now he was in business! Really, though, it was just a flimsy stick with a dull rock tied loosely to the end of it. For a moment he held it up, looking from it and then back to the book, the picture of the spear there. Shrugging, one hand slammed the book shut and pushed it aside, the other hand holding tightly to his new weapon of destruction. He was hungry and very much tired of having to go through shifting to be able to catch a few measly mice. That book though, it would be his saving grace. With his new weapon of terror he would now be able to fish, much like the book had portrayed, and he wouldn't have to eat stinkin' mice anymore. Pushing himself up to a stand, Jasper quickly left the area beneath the tree and moved the short distance between himself and the lake. Lucky for him, it hadn't quite gotten to the point that it was frozen over, which meant he could stand at the edge and fish. The de le Poer boy watched a moment, eying the water, before suddenly thrusting his 'spear' forward. As soon as it hit the water, right down into the soft earth in the bottom, it snapped, and Jasper went falling forward. A very much surprised squeal left him right before he hit the water, which he landed face down in with a splash. Pulling himself out and back onto the shore, he groaned and brought himself to a seated position, arms crossed over one another and passing evil looks toward the lake. |