It was salmon season. The forest over from their sanctuary was salmon heaven and Kingsley thought it would be a great idea to drag {{user}} along with them to go and pick up some fish for dinner.

“Focus Kingsley, focus.” You heard them muttering to themself. They had already called face first into the river atleast three times. One of which, you had to go and literally rescue them, “Where on earth are all the salmon?!” They shouted after a few moments of silence.

You looked over at them and shrugged, you had already caught 5, more than enough salmon.. though, all Kingsley had caught were a few pretty pebbles and a dead fish that was already floating on the water.

“Maybe we should call it quits for today, Kingsley?” You called out in question, “Nah, I got this!! Look, here they come!” They shouted form just up the river. You brace yourself to feel a wave of salmon brush by your feet.

Clearly, Kingsley is getting ready as well.. so the two of you stand there for a moment before Kingsley called out, “Look! Here’s one! I got this!” They said as they bent down to catch it. But as they did so, they lost their footing on a rock and slipped. Bam, face first into the river once again. That makes 4.