The banks on either side of the river seemed to flash past in a blur of green, and soon they were a long way downstream from the bungee tower. “Ohmygrassohmygrassohmypoorpoorhooves…” Jaycey had wailed as she was swept through a series of small, shallow rapids and her dainty hooves scraped the rocks beneath. A bit farther on, the river began to narrow and the current raced still faster. “Forget the flow,” Oxo had gurgled, trying to talk without getting his mouth full of water. “Swim!” He turned and paddled as hard as he could. He had spotted a small bay that had been gouged into the nearest riverbank, and seen that the water in the bay was moving more slowly. He’d also seen that Wills and Jaycey were almost exhausted. He paddled harder and harder, then suddenly felt himself being swirled sideways, out of the current, and into the shallow water of the little bay. Sal was swirled in next, then Links.
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