Rose sat by the pond. Ma-sha sent her a message three days ago with the tinker who passed by her tiny farm once every six months. The tinker thought the message risible but relayed it word for word.
“Each day, sit by the pond at high noon and invigilate. You will eventually see an iridescent fish stagnicolous. You must rescue the fish. Carry it safely to the clean river and you will find your proper path in life.”
So, Rose sat and watched the stagnant water for the fish living there.