"No, Bob! Don't move!! It's quicksand!!!"The oasis had seemed a welcoming place, as oases are wont to do. Filled with grasses and fruits and not-too-stagnant pools of water, it beckoned to the road-weary three, who fed and refreshed themselves, capering joyously about, just having a bit of fun....when suddenly, disaster struck!
Too late the travelers realized the hidden danger, as Bob made a near-fatal misstep and was quickly sucked into the deathgrip of a quicksand patch! He struggled for just a moment and was up to his feathers before regaining control of his natural reflex to flail about in panicked terror.
Thankfully, his intrepid companions' ridiculously long, thin legs came in quite handy, as they bravely risked their own exquisitely graceful necks to extend him a helping limb, and pull him to safety.
"Bob, you reckless feathersack!" they scolded him when it was clear he was out of danger. "Don't you ever scare us like that again!"
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If worse had come to worst, you could have attached a harness to Fiona and had her pull poor Bob out.
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