The word slippery reminds me of a pond that was near a country house I used to go when I was a child. The pond was surrounded by ferns and willows. An old boat carved from a tree was there and we used paddling and watching the smoothy green surface of the bottom that like a dancing gelatine moved as we paddled
We were not allowed to go there because adults thought that it was dangerous to walk into the water and fell .
But the feeling of that soft green velvet was much more interesting and appealing than the warnings and we managed go there for the pleasure of an exciting adventure
We walked near the fence of the pond pretending that we would go farther but we crossed the wooden door and entered in the forbidden place.
We entered the water bare foot very slowly trying to keep the balance on the smooth rocks. The feeling was incredible and the fun was just walking balanced and feeling that slippery velvet under our feet