Kids love to scream.
Sometimes they actually have a good reason.
Sixteen kids and a couple younger adults were swimming in Lake Erie. It was a near perfect day . . . warm sun shining, a light breeze, gentle waves teasing the rocky beach where lifeguards watched and a couple of the kids buried themselves in the warm, damp pebbles.
As the hour progressed, a little surprise drifted closer to the merry party. From a distance, it might have looked like a toy boat; but as it reached the first couple of kids, they screamed like they’d seen a corpse and began thrashing back toward the beach.
In fact, they had seen a corpse.
A fish corpse.
Well, the advent of a dead fish finding its way into the swimming area produced a veritable choir of screaming kids; and with all the waves they made trying to get away from it, it’s a wonder that fish didn’t find its way back out to sea.
One of the lifeguards came to the rescue. Armed with a pair of sticks, she waded into waist-deep waves and nabbed the waterlogged corpse as easy as if she were using kitchen tongs. Crinkling her nose at the sight, the smell, or both, she carried it safely away and deposited it in some of the bushes on the shore a stone’s throw from the beach.
Naturally, the kids took right back to the water, the thought never crossing their minds that the dead fish probably wasn’t the most disgusting object filling these waters.