Lake Rodney When you see me baby will you scream or will you laugh?

A broad span of sky reflected off the still waters of the lake, with the sun's glow barely warming the surface. The ice had taken on a yellow complexion where it had gilded the embankment.

Kapros was thirsty. He'd traveled far on his latest adventure and been waylayed by the smell of the water. He stood among the Tolkein-esque ferns and tired reeds, having pranced his way across the frosted earth to seek out what he needed.

He admired the lustre of the water for a moment before dipping his head to drink, yet even in that moment he was cautious. His eyes, which naturally looked as if they bulged from his face already, were wide and alert as he descended for a sip.