It had been a ghastly and horrifying attack. And it had happened so fast. Billy had seen Ollie and was yelling like he didn’t even know that Ollie was his favorite. Then Ollie was grabbed by more Creeps than he could count—they were laughing and screeching like crazy evil babies. Then suddenly, Ollie was jerked so hard, he thought his eyes would pop off. And he was tumbling, over and over in the air. He spiraled over a bank of bushes and then down into a ditch, deep in the trees.
That was where Ollie lay now, floating facedown in the rush of water that swelled the ditch because of the storm. He drifted along, occasionally bumping up against a rock or a branch, which made him bob and shift.