The Eel

One day, Trevor and I decided to go down to my dads land on the four wheeler, and take a nice walk down through the small stream. We hop down off the bridge and we see this slippery long body sliding across the ground, yellow spots, grey eyes, and holds for gills. Trevor looks at me with a smile from cheek to cheek and starts chasing this long ass, terrifying eel. He grabs it between his knees and holds it up for me to look at. This Eel was about three feet long.

"Haylie, why is this down here? Have you seen these before" The eel wiggles free, and back down the stream. "Shit!" Trevor screams following it for a short distance.

"I don't know! That's frigging scary!" He puts his hands on his hips and looks at me with sly eyes.

"Lets go get another one!" So we wade on down the stream, and catch another tale within our sights. I scare the eel toward Trevor who then uses a bucket that we had brought with us, and throws the creature up inside, then decided we should go show my dad. I sit on the back of the four wheeler, bucket between my legs, while I stare in at the snake like things eyes, and twitching tales.

"Trevor, I don't like this."
"Your fine" He says as he hit a bump, and water splashed me, the eels body creeping closer with every small wave.
"I'm going to cry... I want to drive, take it!" He glared back at me.
"Fine."

Now Trevor is soaked, and my dad said that the eel came down stream from big rivers, and this type of eel does this every 4 to 5 years for breeding. It has rows and rows of teeth which latch onto fish and suck the blood out of them. Thank god it didn't bite me! And that is an actual picture of the inside of it's mouth.