Bit by Bit

Redrum's pawsteps were light as he ventured towards the lake, his senses alive with the promise of a relief from boredom. As he approached the water's edge, he stopped to test the air and make sure there wouldn’t be any foes lying in wait. Like a crocodile or a hippo. That would ruin his day.

He was relieved to find no trouble, so the boy pressed onwards. The lake stretched out before him like a living, breathing entity, its borders expanding to encompass a thriving wetland teeming with life. But as the seasons shifted and summer gave way to autumn, the lake underwent a transformation, its banks receding to reveal hidden treasures beneath the surface. Here, with the lowered waters, Redrum could sense the opportunity for a little hunting or the like, the promise of fish and tubers ripe for the taking. If he could catch them, or dig them up.