sea. Henry fell into the waves and thrashed about. Big
black waves came over him and one wave threw him as
hard as it could against another wave. Back and forth he
went, harder and harder, and
harder!
“Ow, ow, help! Help!” cried Henry. “Help! Drinch!
Drinch! Come here quick!”
“At your service!” called Drinch, and he zipped
down just as the biggest, blackest wave of all was about
to hit.
Drinch pinched.
HENRY
THE
PICKLE
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