A Fur coated Fish 



dripping corpse from the lake, I asked the guide where 

 I could have the skin mounted. But he was not fated 

 to reply, not while that tall, thin female was present, 

 anyway. 



" You take it to the fish undertaker in the village," 

 she commanded. " Good-bye." 



That's all. As you see, the story contains nothing 

 tragic, but I warned you of this at its beginning, so 

 don't blame me. The mink? Oh, it occupies the post 

 of honor among our fishing trophies. 



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