Misty Rapids

For ages Somebody had struggled across this course, feeling more drained by the second. Now, it was coming to and end. "Better be a good prize." she grumbled to herself, only half-meaning it,tripping over a very large, very heavy rock. Now, she was stuck with getting across Rushing Rapids. Damn! Damn... A dam! That was it. Now then, obviosuly she has no concrete or steel or any things to make a proper dam, like humans, but a beaver-like dam sounds better. The size of dams vary greatly, the largest being curved around the largest rivers. The river was about 3-4 meteres across, so no need for a curve here. But another problem; she wasn't a beaver. She didn't have gnashing teeth nor did she have the ability to go underwater for long periods of time. So, she deicded to make a variation of a beaver's dam and call it a bridge dam.

Large branches, like the oaks which she had used to cart the water to the sand-pit in her previous task, were a little bit too big. No problem. Just find a tree that has been blown down by the wind. Easy-peasy. Not. Why the heck did trees play such a big role in this course, anyway? It was like a Tree Rodeo, catch 'em trees, gard-darnit! But, she'd search for the hell of it.

Lalalala, too big, too small, way to big (was she supposed to carry this or was it nature's way of sneering down on her?). Perfect, not to big, yet not to small. No problem kicking it along the floor either, it looked as if it might support her weight, too. If nature was sneering down on her, then God was whacking her(mother nature) over the head and saying 'Bad Nature', maybe with a slipper. Who knows?

But Somebody kicks it along regardless, and then a thought struck her, as if by lightning. HOW was she going to get it across? The flow of the river would push it downstream if she propped it out. Weight. If the end was weighed down, maybe it'd be better? Ahah!!!! The rock she tripped over. That'd do. Maybe too heavy, then again, maybe it would work. What's wrong with trying, anyhows?

Somebody put in on the floor and nudged it with her nose until the tip was in the water. Alone. With no rock. Squealing, in danger of losing her precious, precious log, she jumped up and shifted the rock slowlyonto the tree thing. It just fell off, into the water, down, down, down. Now it was being pushed along by the river. Eek. She tried pushing it, the log, across with no weight, and it worked!! Kind of. Now she will have a curve in it, just like she was planning not to have. Oh well, if anyone questions her, she'll just say she did it on purpose. Now she needed another big log/tree thing to put right next to it.

Looking for a log to use, she finally realised that it must go down to the bottom. Trees don't go down. Better collect big rocks to drop down and lodge in place underneath for resistance below, because otherwise, it could float past! Rushing back, she found that big, big rock lying at the bottom of the river-thing, lodged nicely into place behind a small stone, exactly where it should be. So, Somebody started collecting rocks and stones for the bottom-bit of her bridge dam. Dropping them in, plopping to the bottom, then being pushed along until coming to a rest at the big rock. She went on for ages doing this, seriously, now she was like some Rock Ranger trying to find the missing rocks. (oh please, ranger, please save my stoney!)

Finally, the bottom-bit was complete. It looked grand. And what's more, she could balance her precious log onto it and walk across it. But she didn't. Do it right to the end, I suppose. She searchedhigh and low for another tree, like the first one she found. She found A LOT. The only problem was they were all upright. She saw a passing beaver, and thought she might as well try. He was looking for a decent log, too. "Umm, excuse me, could you chew down a tree for me to use in my dam?"

It looked at her and screamed at the top of it's voice 'INTRUDERS!!!Anyway, this how the conversation went.
Body: No, no, I'm not an intruder. It's for this obstacle course, you see. Now, if you could just lend me those big gnashers...
Beaver: INTRUDER!!!
Body: It's only for an obstacle course. You can destroy it when I finish, anyway.
Beaver: YAYYY!!!! DESTROY!

Not kidding, that beaver seemed to be hyper on sugar or sap or something. Anyway, it chewed down a tree for me and I propped it against the river bottom-bit. Perfect fit! What's more, the beaver agreed to help! (once i agreed it could have a ride on my back of course. I never knew beavers loved to fly!!) So, it did the work for me while I lazed back. Pfft, in my dreams. I had to help ferry the sticks while the beaver constructed it.

In the end, I thanked the beaver and went on my way across. Luckily, thanks to the beaver, I could cross with no problems. It was only slightly wobbily, but it didn't matter. Finally, my hoof touched down on the edge of Peaceful Meadow.

THE END!