[center][color=Khaki][h1][b]Jitter Fishing[/b][/h1][/color][/center]

[b]Jitter grabbed his coat with hood, and bundled up.
He needed some time alone, while the others rested, he would do some late night ice fishing.
Grabbing his pole, he bid everyone a good night, as he walked out into the cold crisp air.
Immediately, goosebumps traveled down his spine, and the little man shook all over.
He walked down to the water's edge, and tested the ice with the toe of his boot.
Then slowly he stepped onto the ice, then jumped back, he did this several times before reassuring himself it was safe to walk on.
Jitter walked aways to the middle of the lake, and pulled his crowbar out from his backpack, and began to chip away at the ice.
Once satisfied, he used his shortsword next to finish digging the hole out.
Jitter put his mittens back on, letting the warmth come back and take away the stinging tingling feelings.
A few minutes later, and he drop the baited line into the water below.[/b]