“No way Jose!” Jessie’s arms were folded in what was half stubborn refusal, half terrified self-preservation.
Derek laughed and wiggled his toes, which were caked with mud and muck and unidentifiable stuff that was best left well outside of sniffing range.
His sister groaned. “Do you have to be so gross?”
“What’s wrong with a little bit of nature, eh?” he teased. He took a step and bent to touch the carpet of green algae that covered the pond. It looked like velvet.
“Are you nuts?!” Jessie looked ready to lunge and probably would’ve pulled him back if it weren’t for the fact that it would require getting closer to the pond’s edge.
“Chill, Sis,” Derek shook his head. “It’s not like I’m gonna be eaten by Nessie.”
“Imaginary monsters don’t worry me,” Jessie’s lip curled in disgust. “Salmonella from those mallards and whatever else in this water sure does.”
For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Na'ama Yehuda 
Jessie needs to chill and awaken her adenturous side 😉 !
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Ha! Yes, and her brother can use a bit of caution and a bath … 😉 But, yeah, on average they are reasonable … 😉
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There is that! 😉
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😀
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Excellent. And I’ve taken an accidental dip in one of those green-covered ditches and believe, they stink. Methane from years of accumulated organic matter.
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Yep. … I’m not in a rush to go into that mush … 😉
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No, it truly is smelly
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Yep. … Being in the vicinity of some such places even just on a walk in the park can sometimes be sufficiently odious to make me absolutely have no urge to dip even a finger. 😉
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Definitely not the entire body
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Yuck! Def NOT!
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ha, yea
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