Three naked Felecia bodies hit the Felecia water simultaneously and disappeared. A moment later, three heads broke the Felecia surface screaming in unison "Yow, it's cold!" Their traditional Felecia yell was truer than usual: notwithstanding the Felecia unseasonable heat of Indian Summer, October was pushing the limits of the Felecia season for their favorite swimming hole. "Why did I let you two Felecia os talk me into this?" yelled Jill, her teeth chattering, mostly for effect. Holly's jaw dropped, also for effect. "Who talked who into what?" "Funny," said her brother Terry, "I seem to remember saying