Silver Creek from keyboard man in a rocking ska band

@Harrison

well fuck, koro toro thought with a tinge of bitterness, looking down at the mess he had made. too proud to call for help despite imminent demise, koro toro examined his options.

he could keep pressing forward through the ice, and hope that it held his weight and that his body cooperated (he was thinking it might not, he could feel, in that way one feels the oppressive shift in the summer air that a surly storm was surely coming, that a fit might descend upon him any moment). he could try to go backwards, but if he shifted his weight, he was sure the ice-floe he was standing on would detach from its icy mooring -- after all, when he had put his weight upon it, it looked solid... but as he took another step, he had seen the floe's surface crack, and a sinister fissure appeared from where his hind end stood.

weighing his options with increasing panic, the male canted his head sideways -- for under the ice he stood upon, he could hear and feel a raging torrent of river-water. no doubt if he slipped here, he would be swept under the tide and not found until spring -- and both getting wet and drowning seemed like unfavorable outcomes in koro toro's personal opinion.