Frank stared in horror at the wide hole, as his snowmobile inched closer and closer towards it.
"Is this the end!"
Just as his snowmobile reached the edge of the wide canyon and Frank was staring right into its seemingly endless depths. The bike, that was about to fall right off the edge, stopped.
Suddenly all its momentum disappeared.
The bike halted.
Frank's eyes widened as he looked around him. On the back of the bike he saw a black bird, with red eyes, sitting on the boot.
"Did it stop the bike? … no that's ridiculous. There's no way a bird could do that." Frank thought as he scampered off, leaping to safety.
The moment he jumped off, the snowmobile seemed to regain all its lost momentum and suddenly sped off the edge of the cliff and straight into the depths of that large hole.
