The River Is Rising
A stormy night by the dangerous water
For three days and nights, the heavy did not stop.
The North Hill was wet, and dark clouds filled the sky.
The little was rising higher and higher every hour.
The water was fast, and it was brown and angry.
That evening, Luna was playing near the wet .
She was jumping over small stones and chasing falling leaves.
I was watching her from the top of the hill.
When the fell harder, the grew even wider.
Luna was standing close to the of the .
She was not afraid, because she did not know the danger.
When Luna stepped forward, the soft ground began to break.
The wet earth was crumbling under her small back legs.
Luna slipped, and she was sliding toward the cold water.
My heart stopped when I saw her near the .
"Luna, come back!" I shouted through the loud, heavy .
She was trying hard to climb up the muddy .
Her claws were holding the earth, but it kept falling.
When she pushed with all her strength, she moved up a little.
I was running down the hill as fast as I could.
Luna was breathing fast, and her eyes were wide with .
At last, she jumped away from the rising, dangerous water.
She was standing on higher ground, wet but finally safe.
When I reached her, she was shaking beside a big rock.
That stormy night taught Luna to respect the wild .