“Swallow!” Tim looked up and yelled.

Hidden in the bush, Jim, holding his water bottle and with a puzzled face asks, “What? Are you telling me to swallow my water?”

Guilt struck across Tim, face as he saw Jim’s shirt soaked from being startled. “Why did you spit out your water all over yourself?” Asked Tim, “Plus, we are out here looking for birds. And I saw a swallow up in the tree.”