Sweetie Belle hooked up her rebreather and dived into the Ponyville lake. She wasn't sure why she needed a rebreather--the lake was only about 20 feet deep--but she felt safer having it. She also felt a squid wrap a sucker-studded leg around her own, ready for a meal. She bludgeoned the squid with her dictionary, which made it jet away in fear and ink, and kept on swimming. Alas, while she found a cool shipwreck and plenty of plunder, she found no socks. So she got out, kicked off her flippers, and took a nap on the towel she had brought.

Author's Note