​Fisher's Floating Bookshop

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"It was pollywog season and Fisher could hear numerous frogs croaking amongst the trees of the southern swamp. The swamp was home to wilder folk than the sort one found in town, but the otter was wilder as well. He had his houseboat and his fishing rod and he belonged only to himself, and this suited him just fine. Fisher had an ear for listening to the stories the swamp told, and all that listening had made him a quiet person."