Marty glanced and saw two men coming in. He ducked until water was by his eyes – his green and brown hair would camouflage as leaves and moss, he was sure.
Two bag packers were getting in the area. There was a path of grass and some rocks near the lake. They were two guys on their college years. Marty couldn’t tell if they’d be the cool popular guys who actually everyone would like or the douche bags. One of them the taller one had the perfect blond surfer hair and the other one had a chinstrap that transpired douchebaggery.
“Dude, wanna go swimmin’?” the surfer guy said.
“Yeah, dude, totally. You know I love to swim, dude.”
“Awesome, bro!”
The guys left their bagpacks on the floor and stripped the t-shirts and their shorts. They also took off the boxers and were ready to go skinny dipping on the pond. Marty whispered to his fellow amphibian frogs asking them what to do.