Preferably it will be a hot day when I go prancing around in the public fountain. Maybe “frolicking in the public fountain” sounds better. Hell, I like them both! There is an enormous wishing pool-fountain I walk past often outside the Arts Museum in my city. Now all I have to do is get in there and have fun before security catches me, and convince them that I was merely frolicking, and not trying to take the money that people toss in there.
So my thought, at present, is that the whole affair would have to look ‘accidental’. Like I was just dangling my feet in the water, and then, suddenly, I was swimming. No. Wait. What was my word again? Frocklicking. That’s the one :) Oh, and if I’m going in, it’s gotta be fully clothed. On a stinkin’ hot day, walking down the street afterwards in sopping wet clothes would just be too fun…
