The Floushinder 2!!!

Until then, I hadn't realized the sky was dark, and gray clouds hovered over the lake. I didn't want to go back home, but I didn't want to be out here either. For a few minutes I considered going back to my warm, cozy home, but then I decided against it. I would wait out here until the storm passed. I watched the clouds move across the sky, but new ones just kept coming. Soon, a shower of water fell from the sky. I sighed, and decided I would wait just a few more minutes before I headed back. I picked up a bone from the mouse skeleton I had missed. Surprisingly, the wood was fairly easy to carve into. In the water soaked sides, I carved MEADOW. The letters came out crooked and twisted, but it was good enough for me. Now it was time to go back to shore. I groped around in the dark, for my paddle. It wasn't where I had left it under my seat. I twisted and ran my hands all over the soaked boat, but it wasn't there. I breathed shakily, "maybe I dropped it while I was stopped, and didn't notice". I thought to myself. But if i had dropped it, wouldn't I have heard a splash? Beads of perspiration sprang up on my forehead. "I'll just have to use my hands." I thought to myself. I gingerly dipped my hands into the cold, murky water. "This isn't so bad," I told myself reassuringly as I propelled the craft toward land. The rain had intensified, and the freezing darts beat on my head like it was a drum. It was a shallow lake, and I felt my finger graze the bottoms a few times. By now, my clothes were soaked, and the rain was so hard, I could barely see the shore through it. Suddenly, I felt my numb fingers brush up against something. I froze, and whipped my hands out of the water. I put my face close to the water, and strained my eyes. There was something dark laying against the light yellow bedrock. It wasn't moving, so I tentatively reached down again. I grasped the thing, and pulled it out of the water. It was my lost oar. I stared at it with a bewildered expression. I had still had my oar farther into the lake, what was it doing here? I decided I would save my questions for later, because the boat was starting to fill with water. I rowed the rest of the way to the shore. My mother and sister rushed out of the house, with a coat sheltering their heads, as I pulled the boat to shore.
"Derik Lander Smith!" My mother said cried crossly when she reached me. "Don't you ever do that again mister, I-" She was cut off, as I wrapped my arms around her and January.
"Ewe!" January cried. "You're all wet!" She pulled away, and ran back to the house. My mother and I ran after her.