Desperately trying to get back on the mop, he realizes he's getting lower and lower in the air. Trying to keep hold of the mop with his hands he drops down off it, having only dropped a couple feet, into the grass, he lies there dazed, shaking his head. He had the mop in his hand but it was now laying across him.

Pushing it off, he gets up and mounts it again. All right now...I'm gonna get this thing to go if it's the last thing I do. he thinks to himself silently, narrowing his eyes at the mop.

Kicking off as hard as he can, he manages to get the mop in the air at a reasonable height of six feet. Feeling the mop dragging a bit he urges it to go faster, going down the pitch, little by little he starts getting to the edge and tries turning it, it would let him turn! Yanking the handle to the right over and over again it keeps him on a steady path toward the lake. "No!!!" Not again! he thought beginning to laugh. It really wasn't all that funny, especially if he ended up in the lake this time, if it turned him upside down again.