Duck Lake renəˌsäns

It would have been a tragedy had Swift been born not only with a substantial intolerance for boredom but also an inability to entertain himself. It was fortunate that was not the case for him and any who found themselves in his orbit. Though some might argue otherwise given his talent for finding trouble or getting up to mischief.

Lost  in play, careless of his surroundings and with his ears full of the sound of cracking ice, Swiftlet did not notice Sven approaching and may not have even heard the chuff had he not looked up at that moment to glance across the lake. He turned his head, and immediately his tongue-lolling grin snapped shut as his eyes found the other boy.

Swift glowered. He had not forgiven Sven for his remarks that day.

What do you want?