Tessa's Exciting Wader Sink
Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2014 3:54 pm
Tessa Watson, 25, had just graduated from college. She had a master's degree in wetland physics and geology, meaning that she knew how peat bogs were formed, what kinds of peat bogs there were, the structure of peat bogs, and a lot more. In order to learn about peat bogs, Tessa did not have to read a textbook. Instead, she had to explore the peat bog, and take samples of the bogs' layers to study their structure. This also provided an excellent excuse for Tessa and her classmates to take routine sinks in the bogs they were studying. And two years before she graduated, she and two of her classmates went on their most exciting sink of all time. This is the story of that day.
"Come on, let's get to the hole already!" "Calm down, we're nearly there!" Tessa had to calm her two eager friends, Jessy and Emma, before the three friends reached the bog hole. "Here it is. The majestic Bog Hole. Some people say this thick black stuff gets chest deep in some places. Because it's so thick and deep, that's why we wore chest waders and elbow-length rubber gloves here. So we can escape if we get stuck. Now, on 3, let's all step into the hole," explained Tessa. "3. 2. 1. Go!" The three girls jumped into the mud, sinking to their waists immediately. The bog released tons of gases from its bubbling surface. "What is that stink? Smells like someone farted in the mud!" asked Jessy. "That, my friend, is hydrogen sulphide and methane being released from the bog. You should know that those gases are in the bogs. You're the one that analyzed the core samples," replied Tessa. "You're right. Those gases are really bloody stinky. But that just adds to the feel of the bog." "Speaking of the feel of the bog, I can really feel this bog pushing on me!" complained Emma. "Gee, I feel like this mud is trying to eat me!" "Well, it might, if you keep struggling like that! Just relax, and sink deeper. Besides, breasts provide natural buoyancy in mud," said Tessa. "Well, I don't know about you, but I feel like we're getting a little too deep. We don't want to flood our waders in this thick stuff. We'd be toast!" said Jessy.
The three girls were approaching the tops of their chest waders. Three inches. Two inches. One inch. The mud slowly inched towards the tops of the girls' waders. "Does anyone feel like they're no longer sinking? I do," asked Tessa. There was a lot of gas bubbling up from the bog around Tessa's waders. "I feel solid earth under my feet." "Me too!" Jessy and Emma noticed this too. "We're lucky. If we had sank just two more centimeters, we would have been dead for sure!" said Tessa. "I've heard the stories of ancient Irish natives from the Stone Age that fell in these bogs. Their clothes filled up, and were never seen again," responded Jessy. "Ooh, a story. Good idea for talking about later, but for now we need to focus on our sink," said Emma. "She's right," replied Tessa. "This feels so comfortable. Like a sofa. I could be here all day, daydreaming about things," said Jessy. "Snap out of it! Focus on the sink!" responded Tessa.
For ten minutes, Tessa, Jessy, and Emma stood there, wader-deep in mud, relaxing, with the bubbling of the bog providing a nearly instrumental sound backdrop to the girls' sink. Then, Tessa broke the silence. "I can't bear this smell any longer! I need to get out!" said Tessa. "Us too," Jessy and Emma replied simultaneously. "On three, we pull ourselves out of the mud. 1, 2, 3!" The girls used the solid ground around the bog to try and lift themselves out of the mud. But it didn't work. "I keep trying to lift myself out, but all I get is sssck, plop! I'm stuck!" exclaimed Tessa. "I'm getting that too! The mud won't let us go!" replied Jessy. "Me too!" said Emma. "Ahh, now here comes the classic movie struggle," commented Jessy. The three girls tried different tactics to try and get out. Jessy leaned in random directions, which got her back to waist deep, but the suction would not allow more. Emma tried a more classic struggle, but this did nothing for her. Tessa tried to push on the mud to get herself out, but that only resulted in her gloves getting stuck. The three girls kept struggling with switching tactics, but to no avail. They thought they would be stuck there forever. Then, Jessy, the one girl who had managed to get waist-deep, came up with a solution. "I'll dig with my gloves to try and release the suction on my waders. Then I'll come around and help you," said Jessy. "That would be great," said Emma and Tessa. So, Tessa and Emma stopped struggling while Jessy dug. Eventually, five minutes later, Jessy broke the suction. Emma and Tessa heard the loud squelch, and yelled in joy. "I'll be right over to help," said Jessy. She was now able to extract herself from the mud, her chest waders and gloves dripping thick, black, smelly peat. "Emma, you first. You're lighter, so you'll come out easier. Jessy walked over to Emma. "Now, follow my instructions exactly," said Jessy. "Lean forward." Emma leaned forward. "Now, that should have made a methane-filled bubble behind you, which I will pop," said Jessy. She dug down the back of Emma's waders until she caught a whiff of the methane, coupled with a sucking noise. "You can now lift yourself out of the mud," said Jessy. Emma lifted herself out of the mud. She stood on solid ground next to Jessy, who was also looking at Tessa, who herself was looking at the two. "Hurry up and get me out of this stinking fart peat!" said Tessa. "Fart peat! Ahahaha! So funny!" laughed Jessy. She then realized Tessa was not joking, and hurried over to her. "Now, you're stuck in there pretty thickly. But I know how to fix it. Lean back a bit, and reach your glove into the hole that makes," said Jessy. "I-I can't. The glove won't move!" responded Tessa. "Then I'll fix it. Just lean back and I'll do the rest," said Jessy. Tessa leaned back, and Jessy stuck her glove down into the mud, until SQUELCH! The suction was relieved on Tessa's waders. "Thank you!" said Tessa. "No problem, Tessa," said Jessy. Tessa lifted herself out of the mud.
The three girls walked back to the campus, a hundred feet away, to be confronted by Abigail Okeson, another close friend of theirs. "Why didn't you wait for me? I was just going to join you!" inquired Abigail. "Er... Sorry. We just wanted to head out there and have a good, relaxing sink," said Tessa. "And why would that not require me?" asked Abigail. "We'll bring you next time, we promise!" said Jessy. "Okay. You better. Also, it looks like you sank to the tops of your waders. You do realize how dangerous that is, right?" replied Abigail. "Actually, it's not dangerous. Anyone who knows basic physics knows that humans could not drown in a bog. We're 65% water, so we are less dense than the peat. Plus, big breasts mean big buoyancy," she continued. "The reason that ancient people drowned in bogs is that they wore clothes that were denser than peat, so they sank. So, I suggest that for the next sink, we be more careful." The four 23-year old girls all had a common, unbreakable passion: sinking in peat bogs in chest waders.
That's about all I have to say. Thanks to bart1997 for giving me advice for how to write this kind of story. (By the way, that was a reply to my previous story)
Thanks for reading.
"Come on, let's get to the hole already!" "Calm down, we're nearly there!" Tessa had to calm her two eager friends, Jessy and Emma, before the three friends reached the bog hole. "Here it is. The majestic Bog Hole. Some people say this thick black stuff gets chest deep in some places. Because it's so thick and deep, that's why we wore chest waders and elbow-length rubber gloves here. So we can escape if we get stuck. Now, on 3, let's all step into the hole," explained Tessa. "3. 2. 1. Go!" The three girls jumped into the mud, sinking to their waists immediately. The bog released tons of gases from its bubbling surface. "What is that stink? Smells like someone farted in the mud!" asked Jessy. "That, my friend, is hydrogen sulphide and methane being released from the bog. You should know that those gases are in the bogs. You're the one that analyzed the core samples," replied Tessa. "You're right. Those gases are really bloody stinky. But that just adds to the feel of the bog." "Speaking of the feel of the bog, I can really feel this bog pushing on me!" complained Emma. "Gee, I feel like this mud is trying to eat me!" "Well, it might, if you keep struggling like that! Just relax, and sink deeper. Besides, breasts provide natural buoyancy in mud," said Tessa. "Well, I don't know about you, but I feel like we're getting a little too deep. We don't want to flood our waders in this thick stuff. We'd be toast!" said Jessy.
The three girls were approaching the tops of their chest waders. Three inches. Two inches. One inch. The mud slowly inched towards the tops of the girls' waders. "Does anyone feel like they're no longer sinking? I do," asked Tessa. There was a lot of gas bubbling up from the bog around Tessa's waders. "I feel solid earth under my feet." "Me too!" Jessy and Emma noticed this too. "We're lucky. If we had sank just two more centimeters, we would have been dead for sure!" said Tessa. "I've heard the stories of ancient Irish natives from the Stone Age that fell in these bogs. Their clothes filled up, and were never seen again," responded Jessy. "Ooh, a story. Good idea for talking about later, but for now we need to focus on our sink," said Emma. "She's right," replied Tessa. "This feels so comfortable. Like a sofa. I could be here all day, daydreaming about things," said Jessy. "Snap out of it! Focus on the sink!" responded Tessa.
For ten minutes, Tessa, Jessy, and Emma stood there, wader-deep in mud, relaxing, with the bubbling of the bog providing a nearly instrumental sound backdrop to the girls' sink. Then, Tessa broke the silence. "I can't bear this smell any longer! I need to get out!" said Tessa. "Us too," Jessy and Emma replied simultaneously. "On three, we pull ourselves out of the mud. 1, 2, 3!" The girls used the solid ground around the bog to try and lift themselves out of the mud. But it didn't work. "I keep trying to lift myself out, but all I get is sssck, plop! I'm stuck!" exclaimed Tessa. "I'm getting that too! The mud won't let us go!" replied Jessy. "Me too!" said Emma. "Ahh, now here comes the classic movie struggle," commented Jessy. The three girls tried different tactics to try and get out. Jessy leaned in random directions, which got her back to waist deep, but the suction would not allow more. Emma tried a more classic struggle, but this did nothing for her. Tessa tried to push on the mud to get herself out, but that only resulted in her gloves getting stuck. The three girls kept struggling with switching tactics, but to no avail. They thought they would be stuck there forever. Then, Jessy, the one girl who had managed to get waist-deep, came up with a solution. "I'll dig with my gloves to try and release the suction on my waders. Then I'll come around and help you," said Jessy. "That would be great," said Emma and Tessa. So, Tessa and Emma stopped struggling while Jessy dug. Eventually, five minutes later, Jessy broke the suction. Emma and Tessa heard the loud squelch, and yelled in joy. "I'll be right over to help," said Jessy. She was now able to extract herself from the mud, her chest waders and gloves dripping thick, black, smelly peat. "Emma, you first. You're lighter, so you'll come out easier. Jessy walked over to Emma. "Now, follow my instructions exactly," said Jessy. "Lean forward." Emma leaned forward. "Now, that should have made a methane-filled bubble behind you, which I will pop," said Jessy. She dug down the back of Emma's waders until she caught a whiff of the methane, coupled with a sucking noise. "You can now lift yourself out of the mud," said Jessy. Emma lifted herself out of the mud. She stood on solid ground next to Jessy, who was also looking at Tessa, who herself was looking at the two. "Hurry up and get me out of this stinking fart peat!" said Tessa. "Fart peat! Ahahaha! So funny!" laughed Jessy. She then realized Tessa was not joking, and hurried over to her. "Now, you're stuck in there pretty thickly. But I know how to fix it. Lean back a bit, and reach your glove into the hole that makes," said Jessy. "I-I can't. The glove won't move!" responded Tessa. "Then I'll fix it. Just lean back and I'll do the rest," said Jessy. Tessa leaned back, and Jessy stuck her glove down into the mud, until SQUELCH! The suction was relieved on Tessa's waders. "Thank you!" said Tessa. "No problem, Tessa," said Jessy. Tessa lifted herself out of the mud.
The three girls walked back to the campus, a hundred feet away, to be confronted by Abigail Okeson, another close friend of theirs. "Why didn't you wait for me? I was just going to join you!" inquired Abigail. "Er... Sorry. We just wanted to head out there and have a good, relaxing sink," said Tessa. "And why would that not require me?" asked Abigail. "We'll bring you next time, we promise!" said Jessy. "Okay. You better. Also, it looks like you sank to the tops of your waders. You do realize how dangerous that is, right?" replied Abigail. "Actually, it's not dangerous. Anyone who knows basic physics knows that humans could not drown in a bog. We're 65% water, so we are less dense than the peat. Plus, big breasts mean big buoyancy," she continued. "The reason that ancient people drowned in bogs is that they wore clothes that were denser than peat, so they sank. So, I suggest that for the next sink, we be more careful." The four 23-year old girls all had a common, unbreakable passion: sinking in peat bogs in chest waders.
That's about all I have to say. Thanks to bart1997 for giving me advice for how to write this kind of story. (By the way, that was a reply to my previous story)
Thanks for reading.