Tales of the Riverbank Page #2

of help with this.

This went on and on and on,

long into the night

until they all fell asleep,

totally exhausted.

They were so tired

that they didn't notice

that the clouds had blown away,

and the flood

was dropping anyway.

Wake up, g.P.

Your pump's worked.

- The water's gone down!

- It has, yes.

The old mark 17 was the one.

Well, I never. I'd have put

a week's worth of worms

on that contraption

not working.

It's a gift I have, roderick.

It's only fair that I share it

with the rest of the world.

Good to feel a bit

of solid ground again.

Hello, hello, what's this?

Hamster looks

down in the dumps.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

I'm not sure we'll ever get

back to where we came from.

We will, my friend.

G.P. Will get you there

safe and sound.

Hello.

This is a bit tasty.

G.P., you don't know,

by any chance,

what it is, do you?

Unless I'm very much mistaken,

that is a... A chair.

- A chair.

- You sit there.

There seems to be a lot of

chair and not much seat.

Probably foreign.

Boat. That's it.

This... is a boat.

A boat? No, no, no.

Boats float on water.

That chair has been stuck in the

mud from the moment I saw it.

Look, it's one of those...

Et ceteras.

Oh, no. That chair

doesn't move at all.

It makes the right noise.

Hammy made the same noise

after eating beans last night.

He's not a boat either.

Sorry about that.

It was the slugs.

You don't think it could

be a sort of a chair boat?

- Chair boat?

- It's a boat. Right?

Just wait till

it gets in the water.

Look out!

For what? I'm sliding backwards

to my watery death.

Hello!

Oh, dear.

Can't this chair go any faster?

We'd go much faster if we went

the other way, with the river.

We didn't come from

the other way, though, did we?

No, but the world

is round, isn't it?

So if we kept going far enough,

we'd end up where we started.

It stands to reason.

Hammy, how do you dress

yourself in the morning?

- I don't dress.

- Course you don't.

It's a bit scary here, g.P.

Nonsense.

Hammy:
Perhaps... perhaps

it might be better

if we did go back for a while.

No time for the faint-hearted.

I thought you wanted

to get home.

I do, but...

Ooh, we're going to hit a Mountain.

Stop the engine.

- It won't stop.

- Brace for impact.

Assume crash position.

Where are we?

If I'm not very much mistaken,

we're in a tunnel.

Nothing to worry about.

Just a tunnel.

Oh, I don't remember coming through

a tunnel when I was on that log.

We must've taken

the wrong fork.

Nonsense. I have

a perfect sense of direction.

Is that terrible noise normal

for a tunnel, do you think?

Oh, yes. All the best

tunnels make groaning noises.

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