Above the Space-Time River, a pitch-black small boat drifted amidst the shimmering Cosmic Light.
Little Squirrel, with a conical hat on its head, somehow had obtained a small cloak which it wore around its body, holding a long fishing rod while squatting on the gunwale, fishing.
Its eyes stayed glued to its own rod, forgetting the years, unaware of the seasons.
At this moment, the small boat suddenly rocked, and Little Squirrel hastily reeled in the line: "Fish on, fish on!!"
Plop~~
The straight fishhook left the water's surface, flashing with multicolored light.
Empty hook, no fish.
"Eh? Where's my fish?" Little Squirrel reeled in the line, pinching the hook, looking left and right, quite disappointed.
It turned its head and flew into a rage.
"Ferryman, what kind of rowing is that? You scared my fish away!"
"I tell you, there was a big fish on the hook just now, a three-foot Space-Time channel catfish, three feet!!"
