This saturday rain poured down on the terrace, until the drain got stuck.

Emil had never seen the terrace so full o water, almost like a swimming pool. And he didn't mind it being icy cold, just fallen down as hail and barely unfrozen. That surely didn't stop him from making up a new game: bubble hunting!

Of course, for each bubble he caught, a new one appeared... or many new ones

Go get the bubbles!

Playing like a kid, he begins to skid

Hail be on the pool terrace

He doesn't mind the water

Silvius doesn't wet (much), Emil is dripping

Emil sneezing, Silvius squeezing

Wound up dripping, and was well met in such feat. Dry towel therapy for them all