When the sun finally broke through the clouds, the animals emerged. They looked at the devastation—the broken trees, the washed-out paths—and then they looked at Coloso. His cap was scratched. His glow was dim. He was exhausted and listing to one side.
The worst was when he tried to join the river otters for a slide down the mudbank. He took a running (well, waddling) start, launched himself onto the mud… and promptly got stuck. His wide, flat cap acted like a giant suction cup. The otters had to fetch the beavers to gnaw him loose. It took three hours. coloso champi coloso
Plomp. Plomp. PLUMP. He waddled faster than he had ever waddled in his life. When the sun finally broke through the clouds,