51.   The water is full of thrashing, quacking excitement.

52.   The water is heated using energy from the sun.

53.   The water is low in the well, and solidly frozen over.

54.   The water is nearly above my waist now and soon it will be up to my neck.

55.   The water is so shallow that their writhing humped backs break clear of the surface.

56.   The water is the deepest hue of aquamarine and whipped up into meringue peaks.

57.   The water was above his ankles, flowing over the wooden plank he slept on.

58.   The water was as clear and cold as a mountain stream.

59.   The water was cold, and Robbie shivered.