“Son of a badger left me hanging there,” exclaimed Spectre.
“Good grief,” replied Sprite. “What happened?”
“Well I fell,” sighed Spectre. “The current took me 12 mile down stream into an estuary. I grabbed a piece of floating wood, holding on for dear life, and eventually found myself adrift in an ocean of fizzy orange water.”
“Huh,” replied Sprite. “Are you sure it wasn’t a Fanta-sea?”