This is a true story.
On the afternoon of July 28, 2010, I was wading in the water on the shore of a lake picking up rocks. I was having a lovely time, picking up handfulls, tossing aside the rejects and keeping the prized ones.
Suddenly from the house to the right, three creatures came bounding towards me. Three brown mink raced towards me along the bank. I had no time to act, only to squeal and call for my mom. Two of them stayed on shore, confused at this creature in their lake, but the third was not so timid. It dove into the water towards me and swam. I did not know what to do so I stayed still. It went under the water, still towards me, I turned my torso around, thinking it would appear on the other side. But no. I looked down and there it was between my feet. I felt it touch my leg. It’s claw, its tiny paw, it’s terrifying evil doing hand touched my leg. I let out another scream and it scampered to the shore with the others.
The next few minutes were a blur, but they bounced up and down the shore, having a ball, while I, having managed to reach the safety of the dock, looked on in horror and unbridled fear. Soon, they made their way to the neighbor’s beach to the left and were gone. The rest of that day at the beach, I’d freeze at any sound, fearing their devilish return. Luckily, they did not reappear. But I shall never forget that day, when a mink threatened my life.
IT WAS A FISHER.