Spring runoff thundered through the sunlight-dappled creek.
Stitch hurled in, black tail disappearing into the culvert under the dirt road. Savannah sobbed as we watched, helpless.
Downstream, we cheered his exhausted, lumbering climb out.
“What a ride!” his eyes exclaimed.
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