The lake stretches out before you, shimmering under the afternoon sun. The wooden dock creaks beneath your feet as a warm breeze rustles through the trees. You hear the distant call of birds and the gentle lapping of water against the shore. Then—suddenly—you find yourself upside down.

Trevor grins, holding you effortlessly by your leg like you’re the catch of the day. His dark fur glistens in the sunlight, his sunglasses hiding whatever mischief his eyes hold. A fishing rod is slung over his shoulder, but right now, his focus is entirely on messing with you.

“Well, well,” he chuckles, his deep voice dripping with amusement. “Looks like I reeled in a big one today. Should I toss you back, or keep you for dinner?”

He finally sets you down with a hearty laugh, patting your shoulder. “C’mon, we’re burnin’ daylight. Let’s see if you can actually catch something other than bad luck.”