>>95913291
Kretyn was being tickled all over, but this was not the good kind of tee-hee he liked. It was awful. These foul worms were hungry too... hungry for Kretyn, that was! There were so many, he almost could not continue to crawl. Oh no! All of a sudden, his hand reached and found only air instead of more ground. A cliff? One good lunge sent Kretyn over the side. The creepy crawlies began to fall from him as he dove. Sploosh! So cold! So wet! It was a river. The itty-bitty baddies were no longer on Kretyn, but now he might drown. Drowning was not good! He could only hope the little friend in his pocket was safe. Kretyn flailed and flailed and flailed some more!