Hey Fran, what are you doing?

Ask Leon, running over to her.

Fran was sitting on the edge of the big lake, holding a bottle in her hands.

I found this old bottle here.

It looks like there's a note in it.

She replied, turning to Leon.

You mean something like a message in a bottle?

Ask their other friend, Jeff, in amazement?

He too sat down next to the two friends.

Yeah, right.

Well, I'll read it for a minute.

Fran held up the note and began to read the swirly handwriting.

Whoever reads this, you are my last resort.

I sit here on the shore of the lake, trapped, and without hope.

Free me, and I will be eternally grateful to you.

Do not be afraid of the water and follow the trail, but beware of the dragon.

Hmm, what does that mean?

Leon frowned and pondered, trapped, here by the lake, but there's no one here.

Jeff too merely shook his head.

Someone was joking.

Dragons don't exist.

Come on, throw the bottle away, and let's get something to eat.

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