Fragment; Old

The pool stirred in dark reflections, rippling like leaves in a gentle breeze. The object that broke the surface was approximately fifteen feet in length and oblong with rounded edges. It floated across the pool, buoyed seemingly of its own will and pushed by the slight current.

The object seemed to press against the greened banks of the river, trying to scrabble out of the pool and Timothy approached it carefully. It seemed to be unaware of his movement, seeming preoccupied with pulling itself onto the banks and into the night air. Shadows gave it a weird cast as it butted its head again, then as Timothy came close, it seemed to rear and spin!

Timothy ducked behind a tree and watched the beast closely, holding his breath and hoping it hadn't seen him. Carefully, it nosed back into the current and floated scant feet from Timothy's hiding place, bobbing in the water like a log.

But Timothy knew better...