Raft Building
My head was fizzing with ideas, waiting to spout out. Waiting. Time went by, I was still waiting to share. The pile gave me a helpless look, which told me it was going to fall apart the way it was.
The ramp shook as the jumble of barrels was pushed out. I could tell it had had enough. It let go, giving itself space to strech and and breath. Broken. Bamboo sunk and barrels rolled out into the lake. The creature was no more. All the girls screamed and worried looks spread across the boy's faces. My idea would've worked. I know it.
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