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Fighting against her deep aversion for water, Eltere plunged her hands in the pond, closing her eyes tight. Imagine you’re touching a delicious cake, she thought.
It was difficult to grab the creature without looking at it, and it slipped through her fingers. But soon the splashing stopped, and sure enough, she was holding the animal in her hands. She reopened her eyes and looked at what she had caught. She blinked in disbelief when she discovered the small, slimy, green legged reptile that was curling up in her palms, breathing heavily.
“A frog?! Aren’t yall supposed to be swimmers?!”