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So many things Blacksnake doesn't want you to know Like how he handles himself in the cold and the snow. It is whispered in secret, this special story When once, long ago, snow buried holt territory. Whitecold hid it all from the north to the south The river was frozen from its source to its mouth. But nothing to stop rough youth from assuming a ride Recklessly filled with himself and bolstered by pride He jumped to his mount despite warning sends And many might think that's where this fable ends. Riding out in the dark cold never to return. An account for cubs to remember and learn. But this is Blacksnake we're talking about Imperious and headstrong, and never a doubt. Through the deep snow with no more than a shiver He and his wolf bounded down to the river. There he thought to embark on adventures untold Laughing in the face of the holt's greatest white-cold. Bringing down prey beneath the moon and its twin Marking the place as his own, the tales they would spin. He knew of a hole where the river ran slack He'd start his reign there but then heard a faint quack. There in the ice frozen by a bad turn of luck. Sharp eyes spotted where a small quackling was stuck. The cold had plunged down so fast in the night Ice formed where it swam and held the duck tight. Blacksnake stopped and stared and then slid off his bond And stepped his way deftly over the frozen pond. Held fast the quackling neither could swim nor could fly. Blacksnake made his way to it and looked in its eye. It'd barely be a good snack, no matter how crude. Still, survivors seek ease versus effort for food He knew the quackling wouldn't last in this trap He drew out his blade and brought it down with a snap. A crack echoed through the forest canopy The ice fractured and broke and set a duck free. It staggered and skittered, making fast tracks Welcomed back to its nest by a chorus of quacks. So out of the norm was this behavior to view His wolf looked at him sideways for a heartbeat or two. Blacksnake was not known to give as well as to take A rebel, a scoundrel and an all around rake. He waved it aside and forgot it as kindness And those who insisted he regarded as mindless. Blacksnake absolved himself from such a milieu Some challenges were just too easy to rise to.
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