A party raft was slowly making its way downstream, loud music played, muffled by the water, and some people were obviously having a good time. The merr swam below it, too far to be seen, hoping for a few food scraps to fall by chance. Occasionally, a hand would reach into the water, playing around, or maybe a foot. People loved touching water.
A small while passed, and no food scraps came. Cirrus was about to swim off to continue the search was she heard roaring. She suddenly remembers the rapids around the river's corner.
Stress and panic filled her chest. If the party boat went down, the search people would come and mess everything up, maybe find evidence of the merrs' existence there, and try to catch some.
Cirrus circled the craft a few times, seeing if anyone noticed the rapids and rocks ahead. Of
course not. The meris lunges straight up, bumping the bottom of the boat. It tilts to one side slightly, and she hears the satisfying result of ''what was that'' 's . Then yelling. Someone went to the back, trying to fire up the motor, but it was already scraping the rocks that started to jut from the riverbed.
Cirrus signed a cuss, and waited for disaster to strike. Maybe she could even just eat the people, and get something out of it.
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