Sun Mote Copse stand against the tide

Careful, shmareful... Elfie thought, allergic to the word itself already. He regarded the suggested path with a furrowed brow and sceptical eye, then looked up and down the riverbank on the opposite side, hoping to find a better solution than Eljay's. Not that it was bad, but out of principle. To prove... well, he was not sure, what would it be, but just to prove wrong and feel better for it.

Nothing better came up, so with a sigh, he stepped on the slippery path and made his progress slowly towards the copse. In the middle, however, his hind paws lost the surface they were treading on, making the boy scramble madly to regain both balance and the footing. Next thing - he managed to get back up and without giving a second thought, ran as fast as he could towards the bank.

Once there - he leaped up and landed in the grass. His heart was racing and there were numerous thoughts buzzing in his head simultaneously, but soon all of them gave way to the sense of victory. He had done it, he had made it! With this in mind, the boy raised up, shook his coat and turned to watch his dad walk. Part of him wished to see him struggle.