I flipped through my book and randomly stopped at a page. This page was 102.
The giant mushrooms had been so dense and thick, I hadn’t noticed the open mouth of a sluice-gate rushing towards us. There was great surge of water and a tremendous splash as we rocketed out of the gloom and into a light that was so blinding, I nearly toppled backwards off my seat in the canoe.
“Ha! I did that the first time,” Flott laughed, grabbing me by the shoulder and steadying me.