7. The Hunt
And then he saw it.
Snagged on a branch hanging in the rapids a few yards away, was their little brother’s beloved red panda toy, Cinnamon, soaked and tattered.
“Nooo!” Arthur screamed when he saw it.
Alexander ripped it free from the branch and fell to his knees in the mud of the riverbank, sobbing.
“I’m so sorry, my boys. But it appears your brother is gone.”
And then he saw it.
Snagged on a branch hanging in the rapids a few yards away, was their little brother’s beloved red panda toy, Cinnamon, soaked and tattered.
“Nooo!” Arthur screamed when he saw it.
Alexander ripped it free from the branch and fell to his knees in the mud of the riverbank, sobbing.
“I’m so sorry, my boys. But it appears your brother is gone.”
And then he saw it.
Snagged on a branch hanging in the rapids a few yards away, was their little brother’s beloved red panda toy, Cinnamon, soaked and tattered.
“Nooo!” Arthur screamed when he saw it.
Alexander ripped it free from the branch and fell to his knees in the mud of the riverbank, sobbing.
“I’m so sorry, my boys. But it appears your brother is gone.”