The Rusalka doesn't seem to realize that Zara wanted to talk to the skunk, and as if by instinct, makes a dancing motion, twirling, like a scene from Avatar, the water rises up from the river, then sprays the Skunk (A reversal of what skunks usually so) sending Zara's future brother in law rollinng and over until he lays in a shallow puddle stunned and dazed, a comically wet black and white mop of a critter