You arrive at the lake finding a small pier, beyond it the expanse of a cold but inviting lake. You can see fellow campers swimming and canoeing in the not far distance, and beyond them a couple of waterfowls gracefully observing.
"Hey there." You glance up seeing a pair of instructors. "Welcome to the pier want to sign up for either our sessions?"
The one speaking is a preculiar one, with vibrant orange webbed feet and billed beak with a colourful plumage to match. "I deal with the canoes." He explains then motions a feathered hand to the one behind him.
The other one appears to be slightly larger, covered in damp brown fur with a whiskered face reminiscent of some sort of otter. "And swimming lessons here. Names Rupert and the bird is Drake."
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