Now, y'all, there once was a little salamander, 'bout the size of your thumb, lived in the moss-covered rocks by the mountain streams. They called him the Moss Dweller. Folks said if'n a fisherman was brave enough to hike deep into the woods, past the snarlin' bears and the slitherin' snakes, and found the Moss Dweller, well, that salamander could bring a man the best luck a trout fisherman could hope for. It was said that the Moss Dweller would whisper secrets of the trout's hiding places and the perfect fly to tempt 'em. But mind ye, it wasn't just any fisherman ole Moss Dweller would help. He had to be a man with a heart as pure as the mountain spring water and a respect for the land as deep as the roots of an old oak.
