Down one path, along another, across a volleyball field, Russ leads you. You see a boathouse ahead, then, a boat dock appears beside it - a broad, sturdy looking dock, with canoes - big canoes - piled on racks nearby. You are distracted by lookingaround enough that you almost miss Russ breaking into a mini-sprint and cannonballing off the end of the wharf!
Nobody, though, could miss the massive splash of his impact. You hurry to the end of the wharfto see Russ bob to the surface like a cork.
"C'mon in!" he calls. "It's a little cool, but it'll warm up over the next few weeks."
Cool, huh, you think. With Russ's blubber he's at least well insulated against cold water! You jump off the end and....
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