The drop
Puk is all ready for it. His swimsuit pulled up, his glasses off and his lips closed around the mouthpiece of the snorkel. It stands in the figurative starting blocks when a causal mini-disaster occurs.
It's that one drop, which floods the bath and unexpectedly hits its toe. Terrified Puk pulls back. He prefers to scream and scream everything together, but the snorkel prevents it. He spent a lot of time getting the breathing device into his mouth perfectly, taking it out would be a shame. Breathing is more important than screaming.
There's nothing else on it, Puk has to dry his entire foot accurately again. Conscientiously, the boy rubs his toe with a towel strained, until he is sure that it no longer feels moist. Only then he takes a diving position and jumps into the foaming water.
Zalig!