Reverses river

“You said the crocodile was yours.” Camper Boy scowled, anger blazing in his green eyes. “You lost your pet, I suppose. Maybe you’re a spirit from the Underworld, come back through the Doors of Death?” Before I could even process that question, he thrust out his free hand. The river reversed course and swept me off my feet. I managed to get up, but I was getting really tired of drinking swamp water.

SOB pg.12