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“Wait for me!” screeched Neptune. But when he tried to land on the lifeboat,
Captain Snatchit whacked him with an oar.
“Get lost, you scabby stowaway!” he yelled. “There’s no room for you here.”
Hurt and bewildered, Neptune flapped away. He flew up, higher and higher, above
the noise and smoke, looking frantically for a place of safety.
All he could see for miles around was grey, cold, churning water. He was just
about to give up hope when, far away, he saw a small green island.
With weary wings, he set off towards it.
