THE BLACKRIDGE FOREST
A Pick-A-Path Adventure
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As Emma turned right, she headed towards the rickety swing bridge.
"Oh No," she said to Twinkles, "I sure hope its not going to collapse when we walk over it".
As she put her first foot on the bridge it started to swing. Emma tightened her grip on Twinkles and looked down. Below the river rushed on. It was about five metres down, but Emma was determined not to fall.
Gingerly she kept walking until she was almost in the middle of the bridge. She did not notice the clouds in the sky starting to gather as a thunderstorm moved closer.
"There", she said to Twinkles, "we're almost half way. Its not that hard after all!"
But did she speak too soon? For almost as soon as the words were out of here mouth, her foot stood on a rotten piece of wood and went right through the bridge. As Emma yelled out in fright, she reached for the side of the bridge to try and pull herself back up. Twinkles fell onto the bridge unnoticed as Emma tried to pull her leg back through the hole in the bridge.
The bridge was still rocking about, but Emma managed to pull her leg back through. She had a nasty bruise from her ankle to her knee, but at least it wasn't bleeding she thought to herself.
It had suddenly got very dark, and as Emma looked towards the sky she realised why. It was going to rain, and rain very hard. She could already feel large spits of rain falling now, but because her leg was sore, it would be very hard to finish crossing the bridge, in any direction. How was she going to get off the bridge - would she be safer to keep going, or turn around and go back?