The sound grew louder.
“Which way shall we go?” Janey asked.
“Come on everybody!” Gran’ma cried, as she lifted her skirts and ran towards the Vine Bridge.
“Wait, Gran’ma!” Janey cried. “Let Johnny help you across!” But Gran’ma kept running.
Just as she reached the edge of the canyon she stumbled and slid over the cliff.
Gran’pa, Johnny and Janey ran to the edge and looked over, expecting to see Gran’ma struggling in the river far below, but what was their surprise to see her sitting upon the top of the water, unharmed.
“Are you hurt?” Gran’pa called.
“Not a speck!” Gran’ma called back. “The river is rubber and all I did was bounce up and down!”
“Jump over and have a bounce! I wish I were up there so I could do it again! It was fine!” Gran’ma added, as she jumped up and down and bounced about like a rubber ball.
Gran’pa had almost forgotten the Wolves coming behind them, but noticing now how near they seemed, he said, “We haven’t a great deal of time left, Johnny, we better jump! The Wolves have scented us and are getting closer every minute!”