Exploration! It was not in his blood at all but Wilibald felt a bit of obligation to at least look around a little bit. Hadn’t he left the safety of his home in order to discover new things? Even if those new things gave him the shivers? Right down through his bones, and let me tell you – getting shivers through all those extra layers of fat just wasn’t fun. You really felt them then.

He had managed, so far, to avoid pretty much everyone. It wasn’t that he was feeling particularly unfriendly or anything, but he had yet to make up his mind if he wanted to get involved with these strangers. And boy were they strange. He had seen a few up close and they weren’t so bad, odd fellows sure but kind enough. But some of the ones he had seen off in the distance – he had never seen such a hodgepodge of different features, colours, and limbs. How did they even carry about with all that stuff all over their bodies? Horns sticking out every which way were just tragedies waiting to happen whenever they got themselves caught up in a vines.

After a much-needed nap to waste away the afternoon, the other driving force in Wilibald’s life took over: food. Wonderful food. With the onset of winter, there really wasn’t going to be much by way of choice, but he was on the hunt and his stomach was an excellent hunter. Sometimes he was certain it could talk to him – encouraging in this direction or that.

And now it was leading him a little to the north, to a lake! The wind was not so strong here and although there was a layer of ice on the surface of the lake, it just wasn’t all that cold. Small flakes were falling from the sky, light and swirling about on the gentle breeze, reminding Wilibald that it was still winter here, even if it was just a little milder.

After testing the lake to see if it was really frozen - and hearing an equally satsifying and alarming crunch when he put his weight onto one hoof on the surface - he turned and began to root around underneath the bare trees looking for some tasty treats. Surely there must be something! He was rewarded before long with some rather dry and tasteless roots, but he would prevail. If there was anything Wilibald, son of Hamfast, was good at - it was finding enough food to keep a relatively plump figure all year round.

We all have our talents!