Golden Army Whitewater Expedition- Scandinavian edition part II
Rhys and the Bridge Dream
After a long afternoon of kayaking with the PDU and Golden Bros, Rhys fell into bed with pleasantly aching arms. Remembering the moment he'd been paddling beneath an old bridge, laughing at the light-hearted prank of a golden brother. The next, he was fast asleep.
His dream began with the sound of rushing water.
He stood beside a sparkling river, watching a little wooden bridge stretching across it. Everything looked strangely familiar, yet brighter, almost painted. Wildflowers covered the hills, and somewhere in the distance came the cheerful sound of bells.
Then he heard hooves.
A small white goat trotted confidently toward the bridge.
"Trip, trap, trip, trap..."
Rhys grinned.
"The Billy Goats Gruff..."
He leaned on his paddle, curious to see the old fairy tale play out. Just as he remembered, a shaggy troll burst from beneath the bridge.
"Who's that trip-trapping over my bridge?"
The smallest goat answered bravely, promising a bigger goat would come along soon. The troll scratched his chin, decided to wait, and let him pass.
"So far, just like the story," Rhys whispered.
Then the largest goat appeared with massive horns and thick shoulders. Calm eyes.
The troll roared and charged.
Only this time... everything changed. His yellow eyes swung away from the big goat... and locked onto Rhys.
"There!" the troll bellowed. "A human! Much tastier than goat!"
"Whoa, that's not in the story!" Rhys cried out.
The troll lunged.
Rhys fought his fight or flight reflex as the troll was almost on top of him.
Suddenly—
THUD!
The biggest Billy Goat Gruff slammed into the troll like a battering ram.
The troll tumbled across the bridge with a howl.
Before he could recover, the goat charged again with equal power.
With one final splash, the troll disappeared into the river below.
Silence.
Rhys laughed, still catching his breath.
"I thought you were supposed to be saving yourselves."
The great goat gave a slow nod.
"Sometimes stories change."
The smallest goat skipped over and nudged Rhys's hand.
The three goats continued over the bridge together, and this time Rhys walked beside them instead of watching from afar.
As they climbed the hill, the morning sun grew brighter and brighter until it became...
...sunlight through his bedroom curtains.
Rhys opened his eyes with a smile as he saw PDU-090 and the rest of the bros and drones.
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