My uncle brought the winter fishing-ground ledger and split it three ways. Only my column was left conspicuously, spotlessly empty.

• KetilThat ledger's already gone around the pier three times over. It wasn't me.
  IvarIf it didn't come from your mouth, your oar must've talked.
• BranAn empty column just means there's still room left to write your name.
  IvarAnd who bought the ink for that column, Uncle.
• IngeborgDon't let him touch the smokehouse's share too. Winter runs longer than any ledger.