morning, noon
The creek was alive with suckers , trapped in the shallow pools after spawning , and within an hour she had the shore strewn with them . When Neewa came down out of his cradle , just at the edge of dusk , it was to a feast at which Noozak had already stuffed herself until she looked like a barrel . This was his first meal of fish , and for a week thereafter he lived in a paradise of fish . He ate them morning , noon , and night , and when he was too full to eat he rolled in them . And Noozak stuffed herself until it seemed her hide would burst . Wherever they moved they carried with them a fishy smell that grew older day by day , and the older it became the more delicious it was to Neewa and his mother . And Neewa grew like a swelling pod .