Gutful Of Water

How did that get there? asks Terence.

The water took it, says Arthur. 

From me, says Terence. 

Funny how it was right under the branch you were sitting on, says Arthur.

Yes, says Terence. Maybe it fell out of my shorts.

Only if you had it, says Arthur. 

I didn't have it, says Terence.

Doesn't matter now, says Arthur. You've got it.

You have, says Terence.

And I'm keeping it, says Arthur. Until we get back to the camper.

Okay, says Terence. Can we go back now?

Yes, says Arthur. Do you remember the way?

Follow the trail, says Terence.

There is no trail, says Arthur.

There is only swirling water, and sad looking bushes and Bunyas.

Wah! cries Terence.

I think it was that way, says Arthur. Do you trust me?

No, says Terence.

You could stay in the tree, says Arthur.

NO! says Terence. He jumps down into the arms of Arthur.

Or that was the plan.

Arthur doesn't catch him. Terence disappears under water.

Blub blub.

Lucky Arthur didn't give him the medal.

Hey bro! shouts someone, from a direction which is not the one Arthur intended to take.

It can only be Sweezus.

It is.

I saw Coralie and Tilly, says Sweezus. They reckoned you were down here, you mad bugger. Where's Terence?

Arthur points downwards. 

He only just fell. He was in the pine tree until fifteen seconds ago.

Shit! says Sweezus. Where is he exactly?

There, says Arthur. Those are his toes.

Sweezus picks Terence up by them.

Guess what? says Terence.

We've all had a gutful of water, says Sweezus. Let's head back and get dry.