YOU SHOULD FEAR ☆ o, learning to swim

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

Fragglerock didn't know how to swim. That fact alone wasn't all that surprising, considering how young he was, and his lack of old memories. At one point he might've known how to swim – although that was doubtful – but now he certainly didn't. The boy doubted that he would need the skill too desperately anytime soon, considering where The Golden Eye lived, but he thought it would be nice to be prepared. After all, they did have a river and a waterfall, and what if a flood somehow ended up happening? He didn't want to end up drowning just because he had pushed off learning. The entire line of thought had come from him approaching the river on The Golden Eye's territory, blue gaze glimmering as he stared down into the water. The fish swimming around in the water immediately caught his attention, their tails flicking behind them as they swam around in circles or headed down the river. It was a fascinating sight to the child, and he found himself wanting to replicate it. How was he supposed to start, though?

Eventually, he decided that the best way to start was to do. So, after taking a deep breath inward, Frag began to step into the water. Immediately the current began to lap at his belly, and he drew in a harsh breath of surprise, stumbling backwards. It took another couple of seconds before he started forward once more, his claws this time scraping and curling against the dirt at the bottom of the water. He muttered to himself as he lingered at the edge, the current occasionally shoving at him, "M... Maybe this isn't such a good idea..." Still, he didn't want to just give up quite yet. He took another long stride into the water, figuring that it would be fine. He had made a fatal mistake, however. His paw passed by the edge of the riverbed, sinking down where the water got deeper. He let out a loud yelp as he went stumbling forward, the front half of his body hitting the cold water with a splash. The next few seconds were a frantic scramble as his back legs pushed at what ground they could find, the child eventually managing to twist himself around. He practically went shooting up onto the shore, stumbling and coughing as he hit the dirt.

Laying on the edge of the river, the young rabbit found himself taking in greedy gulps of air, his back legs now covered in mud. He muttered softly as he laid there, a small grimace coming to his face, "I don't think I want to learn how to swim, anymore..." He wouldn't feel good about giving up so early. Then again... that had hardly been a pleasant experience, to say the least.

[glow=#4c2c1c,2,300]YOU CAN WRAP MY BRAIN IN PLASTIC[/glow]