Post by Yami on Jan 2, 2009 15:34:08 GMT
I, Zwilling had been looking for a place to stay the night, since I had no home. But it was dark and I had set foot in a stream, a wild twisting turning stream. And I was being carried away. As I cried for help my head went under and icy cold water hit my lungs and made me gasp. The current pulled me farther still and I was tossed up then under, up then under. I couldn't survive this much longer. And I could seen sharp rocks ahead. I cried a last pitiful squeaky help! Then braved myself for the fall.
