Cyd took out his water bottle, and took a long sip as he found a rock to sit on.  The other mice seemed to be gathering together to figure out the best route up the ice, so he gave them half an ear while he took a break off to the side.  After a bit, he turned his eyes to the problem at hand, scouting out the route he'd take, if anyone cared to ask his opinion, or if they asked him to make his way up there.  There was a pretty good route up, he saw, but as he listened to the others figuring it out, he realized they had missed the obvious starting place.<br/><br/>That was too much for Cyd.  It would be one thing if it was just arguing over the right way to pile nuts, but someone could get hurt if this didn't come off right.  He stalked over to the group, shaking his head. "No, no, no.  Not like that.  Start there," he said, pointing a rather shallow part of the ice. "Then, you can traverse over to there, and then up the route you were blathering on about." He gave a slightly exasperated sigh, as if he didn't know what possessed them to miss something that obvious, then left to go refill his water bottle.