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Once the whirlpool had its meal, it seemed to be satisfied, for the water stopped spinning, and in one quick instance it was as calm as before.
The bewildered ogres drifted over to the spot where the water had taken the children, and they looked about in confusion.
“What happened to dem?” asked an ogre.
“Dunno,” replied another. “Me think them drowning.”
“Look and see,” commanded the first ogre. He pointed a stubby finger caked with mud and hair toward the water.
The second ogre reached down into the water, and he wriggled his thick, dirty, fingers inside. “Hey children, you drowning down dere?”
A fish swam by and took notice of what looked to it like a lovely meal moving about in the water and bit down on the ogre’s finger.
“Owww!” the ogre yelled. He yanked his hand back and rocked himself back and forth in the boat, soothing his fingers in his mouth.
“Fine then, you stay drownded!” He turned to another ogre, and complained. “See what happen when me try to be nice and help?”
“That why me always true to self,” the other responded. The second ogre nodded and agreed, and he nursed his finger like a simpleton, as the baffled ogres drifted away.
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