The peach’s weight had been pulling the limb down, so when Fred knocked it off, the limb flew up in the air hurling Fred to the center of the pond. Fred looked back, the snake was hurrying back into the reeds (snakes are not fond of flying peaches.) Fred landed with a loud PLOP! He was sitting on one of the lilypads. "I think I’ll stay here," announced Fred, "this is a perfect home." He lived there happily ever after.
