“You are so close,” said Moe. “Let me help you .” He
came up to my side and pointed out how to toss the
rock.
I tossed the rock. This time it was different. The
rock hit the top of the lake and went pitter-pat. It was
just three skips, but it felt awesome.
“Rock solid!” shouted Moe.
I soon found out that Moe, as a rock-skipper, likes
to use the word rock. He sticks it in whenever he gets
a chance.
I skipped a bunch of rocks. I got one to skip five
times.
Moe yelled, “You rock!”
The next rock I tossed skipped six times.
“It’s like magic!” I said. “It’s cool! I’m hooked!”