When Kettil decided he was going fishing that day there were a handful of facts he had neglected to notice. Mostly the fact that the ponds, lakes, and rivers had frozen over in the area and this was a problem. He had left behind his fishing gear just long enough to get hold of a knife.

A butter knife.

It was the best he could do considering that he was very anxious to get back out to his gear so it didn't get stolen or broken by a rampant minipet. Kettil looked ridiculous dressed in winter clothes and perched on a precarious portion of ice that may or may not be strong enough to support him.

Industriously he jammed the butter knife against the un-giving ice (he was making lots of ice chips, at least), and making no successful progress.

Chnkchnkchnk.

"DAMN YOU. BREAK."

CHNKCHNKCHINKCH-SCREECH.

He lifted up and saw that the butter knife had bent a bit.

"AUUUGH," he groaned softly.

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