THE LAKE

THE LAKE

Once there was a beautiful lake in the land of a thousand lakes, Minnesota.

It was a lovely lake.  It had clear water, sandy beaches, grassy lawns and shade trees.  People came from miles around to enjoy it.

They would have bar-b-q's, sit on the shore, eat, drink, watch the kids splash in the water.  Some would walk out onto the dock.  Others would swim, take boats out for pleasure and/or fish.

Then along came an artist.  Because he was an artist he had to know truth, so he swam out to the middle of the lake and dived down about twenty feet to the bottom.

He bit the bottom of the lake and immediately started violently retching.  He just barely made it back to the surface where he was drug into a boat and rushed to the hospital. 

He spent three days in intensive care plus another week.  After re-cuperating at home for a month he returned to the lake, swam out to the center, dived down to the bottom.

He did not bite the bottom of the lake again.  He returned to the surface.  He reasoned that he now knew the lake and didn't need to be told twice that the lake did not like having it's bottom bitten