Three women were standing over a silver bucket
on a back porch above the rocks where Sally
was sitting. They shouted at each other
in a language which wasn't English. One women
reached into the bucket, pulled out a dead fish
and threw it down the hill. It went into a hole
between three rocks. Sally went after it, and I
caught her with the fish in her mouth.

David was leaning against the car
watching.

I put Sally in the back seat of the car with the
fish still in her mouth. It was a flat scaly
fish - about eight inches long. David said to
let her keep it.
She lay down on his sleeping bag.