A Grand Splash Fanfare

I strode up to the concrete park fountain, ready to inspect the city’s grand harbor reservoir! Right along the wet stone ledge rested a thick discarded foam swimming noodle. Clearly, an emergency life raft! I seized the spongy tube with both hands and gave a mighty shove to launch it. The slick edge slipped, and my outsized flippers skidded, sending me tumbling rear-first straight into the shallow splash pool! Sploosh! Water sprayed in a glorious arc, soaking my feathers. Did I flinch? Ha! Never! I instantly kicked my long legs high above the ripples, planted an elbow casually against the submerged ledge, and belted out a booming naval anthem to the ripples.