Stavanger Bay /ʌnˈteɪməbəl/

hi!

Aesop had decided to try his luck with the creatures of the ocean. He knew they were there, scuttling crabs and creeping shellfish, but he didn't know much else about them. A crab had many legs, and a hard shell to protect itself, but what he imagined most likely did not look like the real deal.

He knew, also, that there were fish, and large gulls whose cacophonous cries blended with the crash of the waves. Birds and fish were more within his comfort zone, and so if his luck failed with the stranger creatures he had not yet seen, there was always that to fall back on.

The cold, winter waters drove him from his hunt sooner than he'd have liked. Exhausted and shivering, he shook the water from his fur and emerged from the waves, just in time to see a bird settle on a pile of driftwood not too far off. By now, he was hungry, hungry enough to chance eating the strange, bright crested bird. So he crept, stalking nearer and nearer to where she was perched, hoping for a quick, easy meal. That he would get, so long as he wasn't spotted and he was quick enough to pounce.