Icebreaker

The geese had fled south, and the crumbs of stale bread lay frozen in sheets of time. I wandered to the banks of the icy pond and placed my wooden cutout of a tugboat just out of reach, far enough to leave land behind but close enough to get the picture. Suddenly, a crack and the little boat shook. No longer was it a painted ship upon idled waters. The captain signaled, the crew held on, and a beast arose from the shallow depths below. This is the tale of the Icebreaker.