Submission (#5619) Approved

Freyr notices the sign and after minutes of trying to read, it clicks. Sprinting down the road with pole in mouth, Freyr slides across the ice stops inches from the hole. He positions himself in front of it and yeets the entire fishing pole straight into the icy waters. As the pole sinks to the bottom, Freyr takes a seat and expectedly waits for the pole to return with goodies.