[The boat lightly comes to rest against the log, holding them in place. Spy is briefly distracted by a small turtle that is sunning itself on it, reaching over to poke its feet so they get sucked into the shell and grinning.
Spy grimaces at the worms, wondering if he has the stomach to skewer one alive on a hook.]
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Spy grimaces at the worms, wondering if he has the stomach to skewer one alive on a hook.]
Where did you even get worms zhat big?
[No he doesn't want to touch one.]