Lake Rodney Chipster

Despite their eventful meeting, the girl seemed to be unfazed by Butterfly’s lack of spatial awareness. She was correct, this encounter could’ve gone very differently had her met someone not so keen to lend a paw. Hell, he could’ve ended up a pile of soggy bones at the bottom of the lake. He was being dramatic but still, he found himself shuddering at the thought of a watery death.

“I’m not sure which would be more embarrassing,” he jested. “Would you rather fail at being a fish or a bird?” At her next words, the boy settled on his haunches deep in thought. Chipper jokes aside, he wasn’t entirely sure what so say. “More like intended to stay on land,” he finally admits, “I’ve never really been that great at swimming.” As refreshing as it was, he would rather keep all four paws on the ground.