Due to its geographical location, Swamp Town had a vast residential area, with some families even living deep within the swamp, miles away from any other human habitation.
The lakeside cabin Roger rented was on the outskirts, far from the town center.
When passing by the supermarket, Roger bought a bunch of food since Thomas, skinny as he looked, had a big appetite and was happily munching away in the back seat.
"Roger, I misjudged you before; you really are a good friend," Thomas said.
"I've always wanted to conduct a field survey of the wildlife distribution in swamps, and this provides a great opportunity."
"What's our plan next?"
After some time, the car stopped in front of a small lakeside cabin.
"Is this what they call a lakeside cabin?"
Thomas's eyes widened in shock as he looked at the dilapidated wooden cabin, which was nothing like what he had imagined, and he began to have second thoughts.
"There's a lake, there's a cabin, um…"
