

“Ok, thanks mom.” Said Billy.
“Come on, Abby, let's go. I’ve got a bucket and a net.”
Billy could see Abby’s excitement to be going with her
big brother. After all, thought Billy, I am 11 years old , and I can
take care of her. She’s only 7 years old.
They ran down the path that lead to the river.
They began turning over big rocks and pieces of deadwood to look for frogs.
“There’s one,” yelled Abby as she bent over to pick up
the frog.
Billy scurried to her side and helped her put the frog in their bucket and
put the net over it. Abby was proud that she had found the first frog. Billy
was determined to catch the next one.
They ran along the edge of the river when they came
upon
an old rowboat without any oars. It was pushed half way on shore and was
not tied up. Leaving the bucket on shore, Billy and Abby jumped into the
boat and began wiggling it back and forth to see if any frogs would jump
out. As they kept wiggling the boat, it came away from the shore and began
drifting away. Billy and Abby didn’t realize what was happening until it was
too late to jump out or grab something to pull back the boat. The river had
a swift current and was deep in the center.
“Oh, look , Billy,” said Abby. “The boat is loose.”
“Oh, oh,” said Billy, “We're in trouble now.”
Billy could see that Abby was scared. He was too, but he didn't want his
sister to know that.
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