The moon's silver light reflected neatly in the calm, stagnated waters of the lake. No cloud was present in the sky, and everything was silent in the night, the air as stagnated as the waters and yet cool, for it was October at the time. On one of the shores of the lake were was a forest, composed of oaks, chestnuts, magnolias, giant ferns and willow trees, with the occasional cypress, pine or gingko, which continued into the water in the form of mangroves. At a certain point the forest was interrupted by cliffs, which began as huge rocks and later became smaller and smaller towards the water, until it ended on some isles in the lake. Then a river formed an interval, with yet another forest beyond it, and then fog took over, leaving the other shore unseen. The already mentioned silence made the landscape look somewhat surreal and mysterious (if not sinister), with the only sound availiable the song of some sort of bird that sounded like diarrhea pouring out of the anal opening. The song was interrupted by an undulation in the water, which indicated the movement of something right beneath the surface, directing itself towards the river mouth. As it propelled itself across the water a faint singing voice could be heard, which may or may not had been singing on Esperanto.
After climbing the river for three miles, the canal was simply too shallow for it continue, and it did not move a centimeter forward. Thats because it didn't need to; it arrived right in front of a little house, made entirely of wood, which was located just a few meters far from the river shore. A platform that would act as a "dock", also made of wood, extended one or two meters into the river, and whatever was underwater had stopped right at its end. Suddenly, bubbles erupted from the water, and a ghastly figure emerged. In the darkness of the night, its features weren't well seen, but one could tell it was a slim man with roughly business-clothes like clothes and with an exaggerately big rectangular hat on top of his head. He moved unto the platform, walking in a slow, steady pace that resembled that of a duck high on drugs. Once he arrived to the house's door, he knocked as if his life depended on it, literally drumming the door. Out of all this noise lights were turned on and the door opened abruptly, throwing the man to the ground at a distance of six meters away from the house's entrance, basically on the platform's end. Out of the said door came a white robed figure, no taller than an average 13 year old child, but who's age was far superior. An old woman she was, with a long silver hair and a green mask on her face, complete with cucumber slices on each eye. She removed them and ate them, revealing her brown spheres. Aside from her white rob, she was completly naked except for her white socks.
"Who the fuck is there!?" she shouted so loud all birds fled, "Show yerself or I'll fuck you up you motherfucking holligan!!!!"
The man, still recovering from his door attack, managed to get up in a clumsy way, almost falling into the water. The woman then took a shotgun from beneath her rob and shot the man between his legs, making him howl in pain. She laughed as the poor creature felt in the water, dying drowned. The agressor then returned to her house; lights were off soonly after, but one could hear her singing "If I were a Boy" on her bedroom, her voice sounding like a cat's scream when raped by a swan.
A few moments later, all one could hear was her own scream, so unlike that of a raped kitten, and certainly more powerfull, for people in Australia could hear it.