Duck Lake Around the mulberry bush

The geyser of erupting water shot quite high in that moment. Hidden along a snowbank was an equally pale young man, and when the stillness of the day was disrupted in this manner, he came running to the edge of the lake.

He saw the duo-tone stranger and the jutting branch, both earning a quizzical look. As he came striding closer there came the sound of crushing snow, and the call of his baritone, Hey! How'd you do that?

Was she a witch? Maybe she had commanded a tree to fall! Maybe she was stronger than she looked? Nah, that couldn't be it.