Beneath the Ice
“One lousy fish?” Enooya hollered, whacking her good-for-nothing husband with the tail fins. “You’re on the lake the whole day and all you manage to catch is one teeny, tiny trout?”
“I’m sorry,” Manoomee bleated. “They weren’t biting.”
“Just like they weren’t biting yesterday, or the day before, or the day before that? I tell you, give me one full day on the ice and I’ll bring back a dozen fish. I’ll bring a giant monster fish! First thing tomorrow I’ll be out on the ocean while you care for the elders with a rumble in your belly. See how long you can put up with—”
“Don’t go out on the ocean,” Manoomee interrupted.
Enooya folded her arms across her chest, the small fish dangling from one hand. “You’re afraid, aren’t you? You’re afraid the Kaloopalooit’s going to get
