The Vanishing Stockpile

"I can finally keep fish!" Hazel blurted out, unable to hide her excitement.

That was the very first thought that popped into her head.

The two new pocket spings were just like the first one she'd dug up—each started at 300 square feet, with crystal-clear water constantly flowing from a natural spring, completely pure and untouched by any impurities.

Hazel was thrilled and wasted no time in assign