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“Donait! Donait! Where are you . . . where are you?” Rosilda looked from side to side in a panic, fearing the monstrous creatures of the swamp would eat her precious daughter. She trudged through the life threatening mud feeling with her walking stick for safe ground.
“Donait . . . where are you, my darling . . . where are you?” Shouted Rosilda as adrenaline pumped through her heart.
Saba heard a squeal in the distance and ran, gasping for air as she broke a sweat, fearing the worst.