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. "Petal!" He ran
back and forth along the shore as he squinted and tried to
peer into the inky water. But he saw only the round, white
moon above and his own dark silhouette gazing up at him.
Finally, he jumped in.
The water was cold and black, and he couldn't see a
thing. He came up for air, then dove even deeper, grabbing
blindly at the water, ripping at lily pad stems and smacking
a few startled fish. But after becoming so tired that he
nearly drowned, Aron finally pulled himself onto the bank
and collapsed. There he slept, his legs and arms twitching as
if he were still diving, until he was awakened by the
morning sun and the warbling of birds.
Convinced that his daughter had drowned, Aron mulled
over the idea of taking his own life as he returned to his
cottage. But, lo and behold, who did he find there, once
more curled up in her bed as if nothing had happened, but
Petal!
Aron shook his head. He was almost ready to believe
he had dreamed the whole adventure, except that, once
more, he saw puddles on the floor leading to his daughter's
bed.
Though he was overjoyed, Aron was also furious. He
was about to shake his daughter awake and demand an
explanation when he decided, No, let her confess to me on
her own
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