Silver Creek from keyboard man in a rocking ska band

feeling the current tug at the corners of the ice he stood upon, koro toro was sure this was how he would meet his end. alone while a stranger watched, sucked under by the black depths of the cold river, to be discovered months later like a forgotten wolf-popsicle.. he could see it now, and he shut his eyes tight, hunched over on the floe in pure terror.

and then he felt something clasp to his scruff, pulling him back with extraordinary strength-- the floe, the water, the river underneath him, all of them fell away as he was jerked to safety, thrown like the 40lb mess he was on the ground.

shaking and just about ready to piss himself, koro toro looked at the snow and then up to the soul that had saved him. "holy balls," he managed, gasping from the terrified shock of watching his life flash before his eyes: "that was the worst polar plunge i've ever done. didn't even see any naked ladies, either."