Picture prompt : specifically, ducks swimming.

rating: Yellow Star.  One implication of adult language.

Picture prompt : specifically, ducks swimming.

Bob-white Quail.

Honey looked up from the program booklet with a start.  It suddenly felt like the temperature had dropped by at least ten degrees.  But since the Bob-whites were cheering at the first outdoor swim meet of the season it wasn't possible for the temperature to be colder than 78 degrees.  After all, these are students, not ducks swimming in a pond.

Gently rubbing her arms, she wondered if her goosebumps were a holdover from listening to the ghost stories last night. Brian had really used his medical knowledge to infuse the stories, about the old gymnasium next door being haunted, with a lot of blood and gore. No. There had to be some other explanation for the chill other than ghostly apparitions.

Still, the cold didn't make much sense.  The pool area was bathed in warm sunlight outside.  If there were any ghosts they would be hovering up in the rafters as far away from the brightness and the noise as they could get.

Honey turned as Diana shrugged out of a pretty violet sweater and thought that of course she must be imagining the temperature change or else Di wouldn't be taking off her sweater.  Suddenly, the origin of the chill became all too apparent.  It came from the young woman standing rigidly beside her.

Honey sighed.  Everyone on Glen Road always talked about hot headed red-heads but never stopped to consider the temper of the raven haired Irish beauty in their midst.  Couldn't they see that when the violet eyes turned almost coal black that it was time for everyone to take cover?  The old underground civil defense shelter in the basement of the gym would offer perfectly perfect shelter from the pending frigid blast.

Honey moved to stand in front of Diana, hoping that by taking the forward position, there could be enough distraction that Di might take a deep breath and relax at least a little bit. However turning again towards the tournament, she heard Diana make an earthy comment about a female dog and saw exactly what had raised Di's temper to defcon 1.  Ironically, as she turned back to try to soothe Di's ruffled feathers, the entertainment DJ suddenly started playing an old song by the Everly Brothers.

Hey, bird dog get away from my quail
Hey, bird dog you're on the wrong trail
Bird dog you better leave my lovey-dove alone

Mart was safe of course. He was keeping his eyes firmly on the tournament papers in front of him while doing his darnedest to shrug off the wandering hands.

Jane Morgan on the other hand, needed to find a snowsuit to protect her from the coming storm of icy hypothermia.