Fish Count Redux

EXT. FRONT YARD, MORNING -- THE FISHPOND

          THE COUNT
    One, two, three golden orfe!
    One, two, three shubunkin! 

(SFX:  SINISTER ORGAN STING)


          THE COUNT (CONT'D)
    Bwahahahahahahaaaa! 


          DIANE
    One cat, one, watching them!  


(SFX: SERENE TINKLING OF FOUNTAIN... BUT FOR HOW LONG?)


          DIANE (CONT'D)
      (resigned)
    I was kind of hoping this was
    just a phase she was passing
    through....

…Peter has helped make the situation a little less nervewracking by moving a couple of larger stones onto the one Beemer’s been sitting on, thus forcing her to do her fishwatching from a slightly more remote situation and angle. At least she won’t be able to reach straight down into the water and hook one of the fish out.

I think.

I should put a daily status box over in one of the columns. (Oh, great, one more thing to do. A fish body count…)