There was no more yinny-yikkering when they had fed, for then was the
time for play. When Tarka had drunk some water, he snapped playfully
at the cub's head, and inviting her by his manner to catch him, romped
through the shallow into the pool. Sometimes he swam with only his hind
legs, as his mother did when she was not close upon a fish, but when
his sister was so near to his rudder that she could touch the tip of
it, he used all four webs and swerved by a swish of his rudder which
swung him round in his own length. In one of his turns she caught
him and they rolled in the water, pretending to bite each other, and
kicking as kittens do. And so it was that Old Nog, the wisest heron of
the Two Rivers, heard the noise of bubbles breaking on the water as he
alighted by the pool side. He watched, prepared to jump-and-flap if
there were danger. He saw a swirl on the water, and the roll of two
dark sleek bodies. He waited. They rolled nearer. With neck and beak
held low--a two-pointed horn spear on a shaft hidden by long narrow
feathers--he waded into water over his knee joints. While he paused for
a plunge of the spear, which had pierced and held many a rat and eel,
the bitch's head arose a yard from him, and at her sharp cry the cubs
fell apart and swam under. The heron, with a harsh squawk of anger and
alarm, jumped into the air and beat away slowly, with legs stretched
out behind him and neck tucked between his lean shoulders. _Kaack!_
cried Old Nog, as he flew to his next fishing place.
For several nights after feeding, the cubs went down to a mill-pool to
ragrowster, always with the mother, who delighted in playing tricks
upon them. Once she whistled the food-cry, and they ran in excitement
to her, only to find a large leaf laid on a stone. It was fun, and they
chased her. The pool, placid after a dry month, was made turbid by the
fragments of leaf, stick, and stone stirred from the weedy bottom. She
let them catch her, and enjoyed the rage of her little cubs who snarled
so fierce and bit so hard, but could not hurt her.
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