Water splashed in Thomas’ face, blinding him. “Come on, man, stop it!’
His older brother laughed as he shoved another wave of water at him. “Make me, squirt.”
Had Thomas been bigger, he would’ve. But being eight years old compared to his brother’s twelve years left him at a disadvantage. “Stop!”
He wiped his eyes and paused as he thought something swam by him in the murky water. “Timmy, I think something’s in here with us.”
“Of course, there is, squirt. We’re in a lake. Duh!” As he moved to splash again, he pivoted off balance and went under screaming.