This One Is Yours

What if he dies? asks the neighbour.

I don't think a cooked prawn can die, says the one who didn't eat Prawny.

Probably not, says the neighbour.

Do we risk it? asks the one who didn't eat Prawny.

It wouldn't hurt to dive in and check on him, says the neighbour.

Shall we both go? asks the one who didn't eat Prawny.

Okay, says the neighbour.

They dive into the mildly salty water.

And down towards Prawny.

It's not far.

The neighbour pokes Prawny, who is unresponsive.

The two bell frogs look at one another.

Prawny has died!

They lift him, and swim with him up to the surface.

They drag him to shore.

Now what? asks the neighbour.

Perhaps he'll come good, says the one who didn't eat Prawny.

Should we pump him? asks the neighbour.

They agree they should try.

The neighbour presses down on Prawny's soft parts.

Pump! Pump!

Spuuurt! A thin jet of water comes out.

That's promising, says the neighbour.

They wait to see if will Prawny will cough and splutter and say something.

Prawny doesn't.

Are we going to get blamed for this? asks the neighbour.

Prawny used his own muscles, says the one who didn't eat Prawny.

Yeah, and it was his decision to jump in, says the neighbour.

They agree that Prawny's death is not their fault.

A damselfly zooms in and hovers over Prawny.

The neighbour makes a quick move.

Snap!

No more damselfly.

You might have shared it! says the one that didn't eat Prawny.

Here comes another one, says the neighbour. 

This one is yours!