Nip in the Pond: Horror

Toes dangled above the ripples of water. She giggled. The tadpoles nibbled her toes, and it tickled. Then she felt a tiny nip. She stopped giggling. Tadpoles didn't nip. She pulled her feet out of the water and stepped back along the dock. Its worn wooden surface was soothing to her feet. She left little wet toe-prints behind her as she backed away. They were the palest shade of pink. One of the nips had actually broken the skin. She didn't think that fish actually *could* bite that hard. She kept a wary eye on the old pond. She'd played there for her entire childhood, and frolicked without fear no matter what time of day or night it was, but suddenly it didn't seem like the old familiar pond.

Inspiration: None.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Look! It's a crappy B-grade horror movie, the kind they show at three a.m. on network television!