RAFT

The discarded waterbed mattress became the neighborhood's
raft. We fought off lawn sharks and giant squids. No one
died, but we made sucking sounds as if each tentacle was a pillar of
vacuum attachments. The game was over when our raft sprung a leak
and so watered the lawn. There were rose bushes as well,
but we didn’t disturb their classic pretensions of red and thorns.