Duck Lake dirty little secret

For @Taylor.

 

It had taken the little sprite quite the time to navigate around the disgusting and smelly marshes and wetlands as she moved southward along the chain of mountains. Her nose had been wrinkled up all the while and finally, as sunset came she was pleasantly gifted by a much better view - the Lake. A picturesque place, filled with newly blossoming wildflowers, cover of old and wise aspen and of course the vast, crystal blue waters before her. 

After a heavy breath, she smiles. Finally a place worth resting those tired, old (though no one could tell it) bones for the night. Alight and a beautifully brilliant sky of pink, yellow and gold, reflecting off the waters as she neared it for a drink. Pulling away and licking her dainty muzzle, she peers at her reflection. Oh no! She gasps. Though still favorably young looking, she worn and tired looking, her coating dirty and matted from her extensive travels. This just wouldnt do! And so she began to move into the cool waters for a bath.