Near a village in Alaska, an enormous iceberg drifted filling the bay with fear and wonder A journalist in the local paper saw something moving on the top of the berg, intrigued he wanted to see what it was he had seen A Sunday morning when the people sat in church, he alone, not telling his mum climbed the berg we saw the photos of him climbing steep walls of ice, walking on the latter part, and a photo of him looking down at the village he saw many footprints and concluded that someone lived on the berg, but a storm broke out, he sought shelter in a crack of the ice we saw the photo of him sleeping in his bag and when awake eat a frozen pie When the storm had abated, he found more footprints, but there are no photos to prove this when he came back to the village and published an article on his findings Until a witty soul asked him if the cameraman was still on the iceberg