The pond burls and bulges on it
After I manipulated the two so much with my so-called bleeding gamble, only true tumult arose:
It looks like the pond is exploding and my experiment is poking fun at me. My brain is running overtime. What can save me out of this plight?
“Shouldn't I put my head between my knees?“I shout out above the noise. 'I just ask, because otherwise it really doesn't make sense that I'm with legs spread out and besides, I also have to take into account my good name.'
From the weather I just forget to keep my nose pinched, it doesn't catch the two schlemics, the ominous bubbling from the water has caught their attention.
I choose eggs for my money, get up, and after running around the pond four rounds counter-clockwise, I dive between the bushes, to be able to keep an eye on my secret from that position.
