Lake Rodney tarnished

When Birk had lived on the ice-fields lakes had never been much of an interest to him. More like a threat - if you saw one in the vicinity, it meant that you had high chances of going through, freezing to death and drowning somewhere inbetween the two events. Now, however, where he had found more green and diverse terrain, it turned out that these big spaces of clear water were not only harmless, but provided some entertainment too. And since he was in no rush and the weather didn't look like it was going to change soon either, he had stayed near the biggest lake he had yet seen and spent time exploring and eating.

It was around time the sun began to set, when he smelled fresh blood and with the promise of finding a figurative gingerbread house at the end of the trail, he followed it. Yet, much to his disappoinment the house had already been consumed and there was only the evil witch sleeping soundly. Torn between the decision of walking away and having some fun, he stood there for a while. And then decided for the latter. Making sure that in case of trouble he would have plenty of space to run off and a good headstart, he cleared his voice and called out to the stranger: "Wakey, wakey, Sleeping Beauty!"