Big Salmon Lake in the corner with the scarlet letter

She sped away. Mordecai would not have anticipated many other responses from what he was learning about her. She was coy and charming in that way, her mock yelp of fear and speedy paddling took her well out of his reach in short time. He floundered behind her for a moment, getting up the rhythm to keep himself afloat as he made a much more lazy attempt and heading towards the shore himself.

Now once they were on the shore, he had no idea what their folly would delve into. Perhaps she would speed away from him on more level terrain, or maybe she would find it more fun to try and keep him in those waters. But somehow he was willing to doubt she wouldn't let him out of those waters, and as he made his way towards the shore, his feet soon found purchase of the muddy bottom. It became easier to tread then, and a sly smile emerged on his stoic face as he neared her.