It was late afternoon and the neighborhood swimming pool was absolutely frothing. Young members of the swim team churned up and down their designated lanes, adults swam sedately in theirs; the kiddie pool was a riot of shrieking toddlers and befuddled babies and parents trying to sort out little disputes over whose rubber torpedo belonged to whom.
Amid this cheerful tumult, a dark cloud appeared. It was 5 years old, male, wearing a shark emblem on its swim trunks, and it bore a face of thunderous displeasure.
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