A Holiday on Tablerock

By Mewsette

All the summer holidays where I live mean humans rush down the highway pulling their boats. They are all going to Tablerock Lake, about an hour from my city. It's nearly 4th of July, and I'll see them soon. A boat is a big long pointy thing that looks like lotsa fun to poke around in, and I hear they catch fish in them, too. But they go out on the lake to do that. The boat is surrounded by water, and there is no door back into your house on a boat! So I can do without the boat. As far as the fish go, Mom says they throw the little ones back in the water. What a shame! I like little fishes, yum!

We drove past Tablerock Lake when we moved here, so I know what it looks like. Big and blue like the ocean, to me, all surrounded by green hills with thick, bumpy trees that look like muffins. It's all shady and cool in those hills, and they have birds in there, which are much more fun to catch..., er, watch, than fish.

My mom says on the 4th of July it gets very noisy at night over the lake, and they shoot off Roman candles. Those are the things that go Puuf! and then make big, colorful spiders in the sky that get bigger and bigger, and reach down to try to catch cats! But the wind blows them into the hills before they can catch any. I wonder where they go then. It must be lotsa fun to watch. The lake is full of shiny boats, and the sky is all bright with stars besides. It is just beautiful there!

I watch the boats go by on their way to the lake, out the window. They shine and sparkle in the sunny heat of the day. I sometimes wish I could go, too. Then I go lie down in the cool air conditioning and dream of little fish and muffin trees for my summer holiday.