For the next hour, Victoria and Noodle played “rescue the rubber duck.” She’d launch ducks across the pool with the noodle-scooper; Noodle would shriek with joy and splash after them. Neighbors peeked over fences, laughing. Someone shouted, “You’re a professional pool noodler now, Vic!”
That’s when Victoria spotted it—a lone, neon-green pool noodle left over from last year’s barbecue. She grabbed it, held it like a microphone, and declared, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Victoria Cakes Pool Noodler!” victoria cakes pool noodler
Noodle looked up, intrigued.