Thursday photo prompt: Still #writephoto

Thanks again to Sue Vincent for providing us with one of her personal photographs upon which to write a post or poem.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a peaceful and still pond, surrounded by green, with sheep grazing in the field beyond. The sky is blue and the branches of the trees are just beginning to show their leaves…
It was a tranquil day, one of the most perfect that Summer.
Apart from the occasional bleat of the sheep as they grazed, it was quiet and serene.
It was Cook who heard the first rumblings.
She looked out of the window expecting to see thunderclouds and a threatening sky, but all was as it should be so she went back to her pies.
The Master was in the library and felt the first shudder.
He placed his tumbler on the oak occasional table and removing his reading glasses, placed Tom Sawyer beside it.
Stepping out onto the manicured lawn, he watched ripples dancing on the pond’s surface, gradually gyrating to such an extent that they were sloshing up over the side.
A few sheep raised curious heads, but returned to the business of feeding, though a handful of others walked towards the furthest edge of their field.
The noise intensified, and Mistress came running out followed by a floury Cook wielding her trusty rolling pin.
‘Is it an earthquake?’ they asked in unison.
The master shook his head in confusion.
‘I have no idea, but it’s coming from within the pond.’
The three stood and watched in wonder and disbelief as a craft of unknown origin became visible under the surface, gradually rising up out of the water until it was free of its liquid shackles and took off like a bolt of lightning towards the heavens.

Cook had caught the Mistress as she’d fainted dead away and the Master stood spellbound as he watched the ship disappear towards the sun.
The sheep continued to graze as the water settled to its previous undisturbed serenity.
The scene was as if nothing had happened, nothing else had been affected and there were no other witnesses.
Who would believe them anyway? The villagers already thought they were nuts.