I’m trapped inside a rubber duck that’s about to be swallowed by a giant shark.
How did I come to be in this predicament, you ask?
Good question. I’d like to know myself.
But there’s no time for that now.
Because if that shark doesn’t swallow me and Durquin—that’s the duck—in the next three seconds, we’ll both disappear into an abyss of bubbles for all eternity.
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“Well, I’ve heard that sharks can never stop moving or they’ll die. And they don’t sleep as we do. I have a story that might explain why, but…”
Lia pretended to hesitate as she gauged the children’s reactions. The oldest looked curious but skeptical. The middle one started to grin at the mention of sharks. And the youngest cocked her head in such a way that the lamp light cast a twinkle in her eye.
“You know what?” Lia said. “I’m actually not sure I should tell you this one. I don’t want to give you nightmares.”
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