Summary:

Shane could make out a blurry picture of the lake and one small dot that he assumed was the elusive loon. "Wow, yeah that's definitely a loon," He smiled, inspecting the picture with a thought forming in his brain. "You know, your papa is actually is afraid of them." "Of the loon? No, no papa has ta-two of loon he can not be a-scared of it." Sofia insisted, shaking her head because there was no way on earth that her papa could be so scared of something on his arm. That would just be terrible. Or the one where Sofia learns how to do a loon call.