What? Have you decided your Coolest in Town moment?
She made her way, convincing herself that on an island she could not get lost, to rise the land, climbed its littered slope, and found herself standing by a minute pond. Bubbles of marsh gas or beaver breath rose lazily form its blacks depths. She looked up and saw a pair of goshawks high in a tree. She wished it were warm enough to swim (Bear, Chap. VII, p. 35).