The eel always wanted to be an athletic swimmer – he paddled in puddles, dripped in the doldrums and rolled in raindrops – swimming away every day. He rose on white water rapids and dodged tides, floating among twigs and leaves on the waves. But his doggy paddle was more like a belly flop that left him drenched and dripping wet – his front crawl more like a back flip and his backward crawl went sideways. Swimming was the eel’s favourite pastime – a watery hobby. He was soon sodden and soggy. All that splashing around left the eel soaking wet through. It was getting away from crocodiles that left the eel such a good swimmer – “Swim for your life !”, the beavers cried from the mossy bank. He dived in the cool waters from a rock at the side of a swamp and landed with a big ‘SPLASH !’ in the bullrushes … tadpoles darted out of the way. What the eel was really trying to do was to get to the sea … but it seemed hopeless … no matter how hard he swam and how fast the rains fell, the tides simply pushed him further and further towards the shore. He ended up beached in the bushes at the side of the swamp … caught in a mud bath and sinking fast ! He wiggled and dribbled – but no amount of twisting and turning would set him free. he only ended up deeper in the mud.

Orange Frosts
2 c milk
1 c water
1 c ice cubes
3 T sugar
6 oz can frozen orange juice concentrate.

Combine all the ingredients in a blender, process until frothy and the ice cubes are chopped.


List as many things as you can think of that swim also.

© Jacqueline Richards 2005


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