The trilling warble of the ice, breaking, moving, scraping against itself. It is the crack and complaint of structure giving way, of bonds twisting and sheering. Solid is an illusion in a universe that drifts and flows.
Cruelty to animals like that especially sets me off. They don't know why their God is hurting them, just that that's what's happening and they don't know why. Breaks my heart every time.