They stared at what was slowly rising above the surface of the lake.
“Fish don’t have tentacles, right?”
“Not that I’m aware of. Not on earth anyway.”
“Just checking. So that’s probably not a fish then.” Ianto kept reeling his line in, along with the attached tentacle, until a one-eyed, greenish grey head emerged from the water and glared at him. “Okay, I think that’s about enough fishing for today.” He let go of the handle, watching as his line unwound and the creature submerged again.
“At least now we know why there aren’t any fish in there,” Jack commented.
TBC in ‘Dilemma’