Oh, man ...

I knew I should have listened to mom and dad ...

They told me not to go back to where I found the baby swan, but I didn't listen, and now I'm in trouble, a whole lot of trouble ...

I am currently lying by a ravine.  I went to look at the swan and couldn't see where I was going (or where I was stepping), and I fell off this small cliff and now I'm hurt.  It's my leg.  It really hurts bad! I think I may have busted it, and there's no way I can walk on it.  I have cried out for help and now I'm hoarse ...

I am sure mom and dad are worried about me.  Well, the feeling's mutual: I'm worried about me, too ... I am wondering if an animal is gonna eat me up or if anybody will find me ... alive.  And with the weather gonna turn nasty in a few days, I'd better be found quick!!  (There's a monster hurricane (Hurricane Irene) headed up this way and we're in the direct path of it ... NOT good!!)  The weather is already clouding up and the winds are picking up; it's only gonna get cloudier and the wind is gonna get stronger and stronger.  Then when the hurricane comes, the rains will come: extremely heavy, flooding rains.  

I pray I am found sometime today, if not by mom and dad, but by someone!  I don't want to be caught in a hurricane: there would be no possible way that I would even survive!  What chance does a nine-year-old 50 pound boy have against a powerful hurricane that is gonna be roaring up the east coast, much less, a tiny baby swan who weighs only a few ounces?

Not much, I'm afraid.  In fact, I bet the hurricane would win out ....

I am gonna stop writing; I'm in too much pain, and my leg is looking rather nasty: it's all swollen and bruised and it HURTS!! It really HURTS!!!!

~To be continued.~