"Cmon, luv! It's no' tha' cold! The wotah's fine!" Simon called after you, shivering as he waded into the murky water of the pond next to his summer cabin.

You shook your head obstinately, afraid of the green waters. He outstretched an arm to you encouragingly.

"Oh, cmon, luv. Just a bit nippy, and ye'll gt used to it! You'll have fun, I swear't. Now cmere, jump in, I swear I'll catch ye." he encouraged, himself shivering.