The little raft tossed upon the rising white waters. Funny, thought the raft, the river never behaved this way. He had always drifted with the current, lazily basking in the warm sunlight across many lands. But now the river seemed to have a mind of his own.
The dark figure on the raft was trying hard to chart their course as the waters grew stormier. They had been together so long...it was so hard to let go. He paddled harder and the resistance grew. Suddenly, he was holding on for his dear life.
The raft realized first...He had to weather this storm alone. He mustered up all his strength and swirled in the current. Slowly, he built a force with which he flung himself near the banks. The dark figure now lay safely on the side while there were remnants of a raft dancing in the whirlpool.