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Friend of the Forest, part II

The closer I got to it, the more interested I became in the object before me. Clear as the water and just as sparkling, a large round crystal-like shape stuck out of the water just high enough for the sun to take full advantage of its reflective powers. Perhaps someone threw a perfume bottle into the river? I mused. Yet I knew this idea was likely ridiculous, since I had rarely ever seen anything man-made in this part of the woods. Still, what could explain this?

Though the whirling waters wrapped around my legs so strongly they wobbled, I reached out toward the object. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be an antique doorknob. What a marvelous find! I could barely contain my excitement as I tried to dislodge it from the center of the river. However, it was wedged firmly between the rocks, and as I twisted, I lost my balance and tumbled into the rushing current.

In the split seconds I was falling, thoughts raced through my mind of whether I would drown or not, of possible injury from the sharp rocks, and other unfortunate fates I might face. But my fears seemed suspended in time, because though I dreaded these possibilities, they never arrived. My only conscious sensations were of the sound of the water in my ears and the solid feel of the knob in my hand.

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