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It rained for a whole week in autumn. Gray clouds are low on the big forest, and the wet wind is blowing slowly. The rain-soaked branches hung down. The river rose to the shore. The hunter and I rowed down the river. When the river narrowed, the ship suddenly hit a stump underwater and capsized. All the food and game were washed away, so we had to take shotguns ashore.
It's far from here. We are all covered in water, tired and hungry. Trembling with cold, I stared blankly at the hunter, hoping that he would find a way. The hunter remained silent and just twisted his clothes. "It should be on fire!" I suggested, but when I took the matchbox out of my pocket, I saw water coming out of it.