Moe had always wondered what was at the bottom of the swimming pool.
He had attempted before -- no, not attempted; almost attempted -- on several occasions, wading into the water like a duck waddling ashore, but he had never really seen the bottom. From a bird's eye view, the pebbles beneath him looked uncannily like beady black eyes, staring up at him as if from out of the head of some humongous aquatic beast. They felt slimy under his toes as he waded, feeling the water gradually submerge his legs, his torso, his mouth...
... but Moe had always turned back before that point.
What if it is a monster? he wondered, staring naked at the pool. What if it is, but no one's been brave enough to really find out?
This could be Moe's great contribution to history.
With a deep breath and a quick shiver, Moe sprinted towards the edge of the pool--
