"Awh, you're being ridiculous!" Tinder's voice boomed louder than he meant as both frustration and amusement started in with his brother's latest winning-obsession. "How the blazes would you know, anyway?"

"It's mine, I swear it is! I know that spot was dry before, and you were first, so I won! Clearly, I am the splash champion." Tynol was at the edge of the lake now, and stomped a hoof in the shore water to emphasize his words. And to egg Tinder.

"Tynol, we practically jumped in together." Tinder been next to Tynol, and kicked water back at him as he moved out of the pond.

"You're just jealous!" Bigger stomp. C'mon--Tynol would manage to annoy Tinder further, right?

Tinder snorted. "Ridiculous. Childish." He wasn't going to get pulled into this.

"See, you won't even stay. It's so obvious."

Was. Not. Getting. Pulled. In. Tinder turned to glare. "I'm only sparing your feelings."

"You're probably afraid I'd get you completely wet. Don't wanna drown again?"

That was just mean. Tinder tossed his head. "I jumped higher to get in, and jumped into higher water. And I splashed much higher. If you went further, it was because you landed crooked."

Tynol smirked, and Tinder snorted. Tynol had won. He'd pulled Tinder right in. "Yeah, right. I wanna see."

"You'll judge poorly. You always do!"

"Then she can judge!" Tynol had spotted the black unicorn behind his brother, and was quite triumphant in announcing her presence. If she agreed, he won double!

"Who?" Tinder spun around, regretting all the more that he'd allowed Tynol to pull him into such a foolish, childish argument. "Ah."

"You'll judge for us?"