Swiftcurrent Creek baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

When Shark bit down harder, Saturin's shrieks grew louder, his movements became more lively, and there was a sense of urgency within him that tightened around his throat. He was like a wacky, wavy inflatable tube man—his body rolled and flopped and flailed in every direction as he tried to free himself from his brother's hold.