Duck Lake batrachophobia

A stranger approached - an odd looking fellow, his pelt a piebald mismatch of khaki and white. If he moved any closer, Vilhelm might have been able to detect the rich scent of brown-hunter on his pelt, but for now he was content to mind the distance.

"OIIII!!" his shout rang out across the lake as he caught the guy staring. Perhaps a little loud for a greeting, but the ironclad wasn't known for being the most subtle. "You like frog? Tastes like - ah - chicken!"