Lalli pushed lightly on the plank Emil was gingerly sitting on. Surprisingly, it didn’t heave. When he pushed again, his own plank started bobbing. “What? Why?” Emil was looking around wildly, but staying put.
A deep voice spoke. “I see you find it funny to get oneself wet, little fish. Maybe try yourself?” A wave rose, too big for the little pond. Lalli’s plank rolled over, and despite his nimbleness it was the scout’s turn to swim.
When Lalli was climbing out of the pond, huffing and sputtering, Emil saw something in the water. A glimpse of long green hair.