Otatso Wetlands tell it like it is

Fishing was a skill that Ovaltine had never quite mastered. He had dabbled, of course, but he had never truly gotten the hang of the skill as he assumed Luke had. It usually took him the better part of an hour to catch a single fish, even in the most populated waters. Perhaps the reason he liked rabbits best was because they were some of the most abundant and easiest creatures to catch. Rabbits, in a sense, were the cop-out of prey. Not that Ovaltine was perturbed by this.

"Is there an end to this swamp?" Ovaltine asked, pointing his nose south. He had come from the north, so he had known the way back, but he was not sure how much longer he wished to slog through the boggy water to his next destination.