After rowing his boat across the lake filled with water hyacinths, lotuses, and other aquatic green flora atop the surface, Joey continued his voyage to the nearest island.
Several hours later, he had halfway crossed the waterway. Raising the long oar from the water, he muttered, looking around: "Huh! Something is quite not right…. Why is the lake oddly silent? I didn't even hear a single croaking frog or crickets. And other than the ripple caused by my boat, the water surface remained still as if dead."
