I got this idea while surfing the net... thought I'd make it into a little ficlet.
Author's note:
I've changed the layout of the Kent farm around a bit... hope you don't mind. Please enjoy.
The Swimmin' hole
Jonathan Kent was proud of his farm -- it covered 40 acres, and was fixed up nicely: In the the back was a picnic table, some apple and peach trees, and a large pond.
One evening, he decided to go down to the pond, as he hadn't been there for awhile, and thought he'd look it over. He grabbed his five gallon bucket, so he could bring back some fruit for Martha; he could almost taste the delicious mouth-watering pies she'd make with it right now.
As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee. As he came closer he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny-dipping in his pond. He shook his head; kids today, he thought. Making some noise to alert the young women to his presence, he watched as they quickly moved to the deep end of the pond.
One of them shouted to him, "We're not coming out until you leave!"
Jonathan held up his hand in a sign of peace. "I didn't come down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the pond naked." Holding the bucket up he said, "I'm here to feed the alligator."
It was true, Jonathan mused; old age and cunning won out over youth and enthusiasm every time.
