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It's a placid day on the lake, but the day is burning away fast. Only a small section of the sun is left looming over the horizon as the fog begins to curl back out of the shadows to dance on the mirror-surface of the olgiotropic haven. The water is so clear that one is compelled to cup the fluid and drink deeply from it. From afar, a loneRRRR R RRRRRRRRRRR! RRRRRRRRRR! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Excuse me, hello? Yeah, what's up buddy? Well, I was just sitting here enjoying the evening when you decided to start hacking away at those trees with your chainsaw about six feet from my head. Yeah well I gots a job to do, so RRRRR! RRRRR! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Hey, why don't you watch who you're pushing around, buddy! Don't call me your buddy, pal.

The lone loon calls to his mate, even though he has never seen her beWHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! What the hell are you doing? What does it look like I'm doing, I'm using an axe you freaking weirdo. Or is that too natural for you? Well I can hardly hear myself talk to myself. Up yours, buddy! Just finish what you're doing as fast as possible and get the hell out of here.

Hoot...hoot says the wise old owl. He has spottedKABOOM!