Rascal: Swept Beneath The Waters. Chris Cooper

Even now, months later, he could still remember the icy currents that had battled to drag him below the surface. He would never forget the dreadful helpless feeling as that jet-black water had poured into his mouth and nose.

      Rascal looked around in alarm. If only there was someone he could alert, a person who would know what to do, a human who could help . . . Perhaps the man he had seen in the alleyway? But a line of trees blocked Rascal’s view that way, and there was no time to go back to see if the man was still around.

      He would have given anything not to have to do this, but there was no alternative. The puppy was going to drown unless . . .

      Rascal took a deep breath and jumped in.