Fingulger , with his hair frozen from the icy cold air, ran to help his friends. “Hey” panted Fingulger “Are you guys alright?”
He heaved the soggy material with his last ounce of strength. Hershe was soaked with water, her silky hair was drenched to death. Neao’s once smart, smokey grey suit was now ripped to rags and Zulgas sooty black hair now resemebled a rats tail.
In the eerie silence, they heard a screech from beneath the mound of waterlogged fabric.
Hershe, fearfully lifted the deflated balloon. She could not believe what her eyes were seeing.
“You guys have got to see this!”