Leo tried hopping. He looked like a frantic flamingo. The water didn’t budge. He tried shaking his head like a wet dog. Swish-swish-swish. The tiny sailor was now having a party.
Plink.
His mom appeared in the doorway, a fond smile on her face. “Oh, the old ‘water in the ear’ trick.” water in ear after shower
And then, he felt it. A tiny, warm trickle. The gentle pull of gravity. The lost explorer had found the exit. Leo tried hopping
But for just a second, he could have sworn he heard a faint, distant echo: Thank you. He tried shaking his head like a wet dog
His mom handed him a soft towel. “Try tilting your head and hopping. Or just lie on your side for a bit.”
And inside his ear, a tiny, high-pitched echo began: Swish… echo… swish…