When the pond was frozen, Fate skated back and forth over the top. As it melted, she broke off chunks of ice and chewed on them. Now that the pond has thawed, she is happy to wade in, pull out sticks, stare at fish, get herself good and wet and smelly so she can stink up the car.

Fate accepts her pond in all of its forms. There is a lesson there. I love seeing her and Red there together, he stares at her in bewilderment as she rushes out onto the ice, or wades in the mud, or pulls out rotting sticks. He would never dream of doing any of those things.