David the Sim walked robotically toward the fridge and opened it. He yawned and looked inside before closing the door and turning around.
Llama. He thought.
And now for a swim. It was midnight and raining but a swim sounded nice so he spun around, emerging in his swimwear, and walked toward the pool.
It was strange, the pool hadn't been there before, but whatever.
He swam around a bit until he realized he was hungry.
But when he swam toward the ladder he noticed it wasn't there.
No ladder? He waved his arm in the air, calling for help. But nobody was there.
He flailed in the water, shouting. The mail man arrived at that moment, waving and shouting for help.
But it was no use. David The Sim's head dunked under water and the substance filled his lungs. Death appeared to take him away.

Please don't abuse your sims. They have feelings too.
This was quite fun. I think I'll do some more Simfiction. Just let me know. Or not. Whatever.