Mo was adrift in the swamp, and his paddle was gone, and it STUNK. He pulled his shirt up over his mouth and nose as he searched wildly for a solution. Get out of the boat and swim. Use his hands as paddles. Drift until someone came to save him.

There were really no good solutions, so Mo decided to just rock the boat, hoping some momentum would shove him back toward the discarded paddle and give him a second chance to pull it free from the mud. Stale, disgusting water splashed over the side and soaked his shoes, which would now have to be discarded, but the boat spun slowly back toward the branch sticking straight up in the air.

As soon as it was in reach, Mo tugged the branch free and shoved himself toward the beach, which had to be getting closer. It just had to be nearly... over there. He paddled as best he could with the muddy branch in the direction of the far beach, and as soon as he was within jumping distance, Mo abandoned his boat and face planted on dry, non-smelly land. FINALLY.