A Tragic MishapThrown off balance by the jolt, the Rivulet let go a few drops of blood from his body.
“Help!” they screamed at the top of their voices, as they fell off the wagon.
“Look what you’ve done!”The Rivulet turned towards the old lady.”Please be more careful,” he begged her.
“It isn’t my fault, I’m sorry!” she answered ruefully. “Poor things,” she started crying, looking for the missing drops.
“Daddy! What’s up? Where’s mummy?” asked one of a couple of drops, father and son, caught in the vortex of the fall.
“Is she coming with us?” the son kept nagging his father.
The father didn’t answer. He didn’t know what was happening either. He had caught his falling son and held him tight to his chest, looking behind to see if more drops were following them. They weren’t. They were
