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"Throw it that way," I yelled. Gesturing across the river where there was a small rock statue that someone must have made a long time ago because there was moss and little barnacles plastered to it. "Ok" Trevor replied, as he through a nice flat and smooth rock, with a slight side armed thrust. It seemed to skip for ever since the tower of rocks was a good 200 feet away up current. The sound echoed up the small valley, as the rock hit, causing the statue to fall into the water. "Nice shot Trev," I shouted, as I headed over to the rope swing that was hanging from a monstrous limb from the old oak tree that stood near the bank.

As I swam across the river I felt an unusual warmth flow by my lower body. "Did you pee in here, again", I asked Trevor. "No, why did you feel that too?" He asked. "Yeah, it was weird." I answered. Just then we saw something coming towards us, causing a trail of ripples in the river. We couldn't make out what it was until it came out from behind the limbs. "What the hell is that?" I anxiously screeched. "I'm not sure, but I'm not sticking around to find out." Trevor roared. The voice humbly spoke, "Wait, its ok I won't hurt you." We weren't going to find out.
We got home and were freaked out for a while but our curious nature got the best of us. We decided to go back down to the river first thing in the morning to see if what we saw was real or just the sun getting to us.
When we arrived at the head trail to the river Trevor thought it would be a good idea if we had some type of protection. We both picked up some good size branches and broke them down so that they had jagged edges on them. On we went. Nothing looked out of place, except the rock statue that Trevor knocked over was re-assembled. "Do you see that?" I asked. "I sure do." replied the same voice we heard as we ran off yesterday evening. "Before you two run off again let me introduce my self, I am Skipper Trask, the guardian of the sacred skipping hole." He arrogantly said, with his chest puffed out. We looked at each other like he was crazy. "And you two are?" He asked. "I'm Greg and this is Trevor." I answered. Trask was dressed like a fly fisherman with his full billed hat and vest covered in what looked like home made flies.
Skipper went on to tell us that when he was a boy he made the rock statue out of the best skipping rocks he could find here at the river, and how a voodoo lady became angry with him because he was disturbing mother nature by removing

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