There's a big pond near here. Not very deep. I've seen it empty in dry weather. It feeds the canal lock as narrow boats pass through. As I walked past yesterday, a young man was watching an expanse of bubbles on the surface, the mud was churned up. I watched from some distance and followed his gaze as whatever was creating the disturbance was clearly about the size of a human being and was moving slowly across the pond. The water is too murky to see anything beneath the surface. But to me, it looked as if this thing was crawling along the bottom. The man glanced sideways, removed the cigarette from his mouth, smiled and shrugged his shoulders. We stood for a minute and turned to go our separate ways.
That's when there was a splash and a roar.
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