Katherine and Stephen were planning on going to Europe to shear sheep to knit sweaters for homeless children when they got distracted.  They started floating in inflatable tubes on the lake, and it was soooo relaxing that they couldn’t bring themselves to get out again.  “Maybe,” said Stephen, rubbing on more SPF 40 sunscreen to protect his light complexion. “We ought to do something charitable, seeing as we have this water dragon at our disposal to continent-hop.”
“Fifteen more minutes,” Katherine replied, turning over laboriously so she didn’t burn too much.
“How about an hour?” said Stephen, collapsing with his feet and hands trailing in the water.
The water dragon nibbled on his toes.
They drifted for several hours, sleeping and turning and the dragon gnawing ravenously.  Suddenly Katherine sat up.  “No!” she cried.
“What? Sunburn?” asked Stephen, sitting up as well.
“No, we have drifted to the adjoining lake, the Eurasian Milfoil infested Lamoka!”(1)
“That’s just an old wives’ tale,” said Stephen, having no idea what she was saying, but trembling.
“It’s true…look!” she said, pointing at nasty spiny seaweed floating in the water.  “We’ll be eaten alive!”
Stephen squealed girlishly and threw his arms around the dragon’s neck.  The dragon nibbled his ear.  
Katherine giggled.  “Just kidding!  Gosh, it’s just a horrid plant.”
Stephen chuckled nervously.  “Yeah…I knew that!”
Katherine hopped onto the water dragon.  “Let’s go someplace nice…like Argentina!”
“Mmm…sounds classy!” said Stephen.
So they took off (Stephen dangling from the dragon’s neck) on another high-flying adventure.  They touched down very far South of the Boarder and Stephen let go.  His arms were rather sore. “Sorry,” said Katherine, trying not to laugh as she had for the past 16 hours.  “Let’s get ice cream!”
The ploy succeeded, and Stephen totally forgot why he was so pained.  They found a little stand and went up to the window.  “Hmmm…ooh…two large crab flavored cones…chocolate waffle cones!”
“Oh-kay,” said Senor Sarlo. (2)
“Oh my gosh, Senor Sarlo!  You’re my hero!” they cried in unison, kneeling on the ground in respectful supplication.
“No…” her replied bashfully.  “I am not a hero…I just serve el helado in my home country in the summer.”
He handed them the crab cones and they bid him farewell and strolled down the avenue, making faces of disgust as they ate their crab ice cream.  Pick pockets were dismayed…for though they were relatively rich Americans, they were wearing their bathing suits and had no pockets.
“What now?” asked Stephen after he had finished and thrown up his ice cream.
But Katherine wasn’t there.  She had gone back to get more ice cream.  When she hurried back, eating a squid cone, Stephen figured it out.  “Let’s go to the Amazon!  That’s what I was going to do when I was a shoeshine, maybe.”
“I’m easy,” said Katherine.
“Never say you’re ‘easy’,” said Katherine’s ancestor.
“I’m loose,” said Katherine.
Her relative fainted. (3)
They left the relative there because she’s dead already and went to the Amazon.  They used their dragon as a boat and observed the venomous animals, plants, and spiders the size of dinner plates.  Within an hour, Stephen had malaria.  “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” he said, watching Katherine (who was a dewy-eyed rabbit in his fevered mind).
“Hey, there’s a native tribe!” said the bunny.  “Maybe they’re not bloodthirsty…”

WILL STEPHEN DIE OF MALARIA, OR A POISON DART WOUND?  FIND OUT- SOMETIME LATER!!!

(1)- This really is an issue at Waneta and Lamoka lakes (New York's Best Kept Secrets, or so the liscense plate holders tell me) Waneta got treated for the weed, but the adjoining Lamoka did not so that environmental testing could be conducted.  They're divided by a mesh screen so Waneta doesn't get re-infested, so we really couldn't accidently float there, but who cares.  ARTISTIC LISCENSE!

(2)- Ahhh...Senor Sarlo.  He's from Argentina, and was my teacher for El Espanol uno y dos.  He's, as Stephen puts it, "A Pushover!"  But he's so adoreably foreign.

(3)- This is a family story...my grandma said she was easy once, (meaning flexible, not a slut!) and her relative got pissed off, and told her to never say you're easy.