“Hey, wake up.”
My eyes fluttered open. I blinked but I saw nothing. Then suddenly, light!
“Ouch!” I groaned and closed my eyes again.
“I’m glad you finally woke up,” said the elderly man holding a lantern close to my face. “I was almost about to toss you back into the river.”
I knew he didn’t mean that because I could hear the smile in his voice. I was on a boat and I was soaking wet. When I shivered from the cold, he grabbed a smelly wool blanket and covered me with it.
He was probably expecting me to thank him for rescuing me from the river but I didn’t feel grateful. I was angry. Very angry.
“Why did you bring me out of the river?” I asked him testily.
The old man grinned. “And here I was, thinking I had done a good deed today.”
He held the edge of his raggedy wool cap and sai
