VOICE: I am the Spirit of Dark and Lonely Water, ready to trap the unwary, the show-off, the fool, and this is the kind of place you’d expect to find me.
VOICE: But no-one expects to find me here... it seems too ordinary. But that pool is deep. The boy is showing off. The bank is slippery.
VOICE: The show-offs are easy. But the unwary ones are easier still. This branch is weak, rotten, it’ll never take his weight.
VOICE: Only a fool would ignore this. But there's one born every minute. Under the water there are traps. Old cars, bedsteads, weeds, hidden depths. It's the perfect place for an accident.
BOY: Oi look there’s someone in the water. Get us that big stick to get him out.
VOICE: Sensible children! I have no power over them!
BOY: Oi mate that's a stupid place to swim. Hey go over there and get that thing to wrap him in.
BOY: You don’t half feel cold mate. How long was you in there?
VOICE: I’ll be back (heavy echo repeats)