I'm keeping at it! More Macro March stories coming your way! This one requested by the wonderful  WatchOutForDragons!

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Macro March: Fe Fish Fo Fum
By: RaddaRaem

Layla cupped a palm beneath her chin and hunched over. Her fishing pole weighed heavily in her hand.

Freshwater waves lapped gently at the sides of her rickety fishing boat. “It’s gonna be one of those days, huh?” The squirrel cast a glance at her depth finder and clenched her teeth. Countless blips, fish after fish after fish, registered on the radar. Not a single one of them was biting.

She grunted as beads of water papped against her cheek. “Suuuuure is,” Layla griped aloud as the darkened skies started spitting at her. With a resigned sigh she reeled in her line. Ripples, overlapping one another, rolled over the surface of the lake as raindrops slapped against it.

Layla reluctantly, out of habit more than anything else, secured her belongings even as the rain intensified. “There’s the fishing poles…” she started off. She removed the hooks from their lines and carefully organized the rods along the floor of the boat. “Cooler too,” Layla carried on. The squirrel stuffed the hunk of plastic, now wetter on the outside than the inside, beneath the steering console. “And can’t forget the bait box,” she sighed as her sopping wet ponytail matted itself against her back.

Puddles of water, sloshing at Layla’s toes, collected along the bottom of the boat. Sitting down before the steering console with sleeves rolled up, she turned the ignition. The engine sputtered to life and the smell of diesel hung heavily in the moisture laden air.

“Oop! Almost forgot,” Layla tutted. As the boat idled, she strapped on a life jacket. Damn well wouldn’t want to forget something like that in this weather. She palmed at the throttle. Her boat’s rotors, struggling to be heard over the strengthening downpour, sliced through the water and propelled her forward.

Sirens wailed from the harbor. The shrill warning hailing of an oncoming Macro March storm front failed to reach Layla’s ears. They were folded flat against her head as Layla struggled to navigate through the deafening deluge. “Christ, there’s more water above the boat than under it!” she cursed in vain. Flying blind, the squirrel desperately tried to make her way to the harbor.

THOOOOOOOOOOOM

A ruinous crack of thunder made itself heard over the deluge. Visibility had been reduced to nearly nothing. The waters were choppy and rising. “Why did I have to go and jinx myself?” Layla moaned as the rising puddles pooled around her ankles.

THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

A burst of air, hot and tinged with electricity, accompanied the latest boom of thunder. “Shit!” Stumbling, her submerged paws sloshing and slipping against the floorboards, Layla’s hands struggled to maintain their grip on the throttle and the steering wheel. She went overboard with a shriek.

Flailing wildly, trails of bubbles rising up from her limbs, the squirrel struggled to orient herself. At least until she touched down upon the rocky lakebed. Pebbles and jagged chunks of stone collected between her curled toes. If the water was this shallow then she had to be close. The harbor had to be within reach! “I can make it. Just… just don’t panic,” she reassured herself.

Cheeks puffed out, Layla ceased her struggling and let her life vest lift her up.

In the harbor, fishermen stumbled onto the docks. Their boots squelched loudly against the sopping wet planks as water splashed up between the gaps. They convened around the general store, huddled beneath its sloping aluminum roof, and warily looked out upon the lake. Specifically, the frothing and furious bubbles, positively gigantic in size, rising from the depths.

A mass, devilish and horizon spanning, rose up from the depths. Two fuzzy fins, revealed to be ears, parted the waters. Veritable waterfalls poured down their sides. An island sized scalp, capped with a dam shaming ponytail, followed soon after. Waves, tidal in force and size, radiated out it. The trees lining the shorelines were promptly blasted to splinters by the tons of water slamming against them.

Horrified, the fishermen could do little more than watch on as a distinctly feminine face continued to rise. Untold gallons of water, obliterated trees and sundered ships lost among the white capped waves, poured down across her spotted cheeks and whiskered muzzle.

Her lips parted. And she inhaled.

Ominous creaks and groans sounded out as the docks were tugged free from their moorings by the tornadic suction. The tidal waves rolling towards the docks receded as they vanished down that all-consuming maw. As did the docks, the general store balanced atop it, and every last fisherman cowering along the planks that were being pulled free one by one.

Layla gasped for air the instant her head breached the surface. “Eck!” The squirrel choked and hacked away as she tread the lake floor and emerged onto the shoreline. She slapped a hand against her chest. “Augh. Went down the wrong pipe…” Wheezing, Layla stomped about the alien shoreline unaware. Blissfully ignorant to the fact that the pebble sized parking lot, and the grass blade sized trees surrounding it, were being flattened beneath her feet and embedded into the wrinkles of her padded soles.

“Some weekend getaway this turned out to be…” Layla grumbled as she aimlessly lumbered forth in search of the now non-existent docks.