I struggled out through the rain. The water on the moor was not as deep as near the shore, where it rose all the way to my waist, but it did make it up to a few inches below my knee, flooding my wellingtons and soaking my pajama pants, which i had still not changed out of.
I saw dim flashlight beams ahead of me, and I quickened my stride, the muddy flood water sloshed around my knees.
My mum saw me coming, and she rushed over.
"Oh, sweetie! What are you doing out here?" she exclaimed.
"Mum, we found Tom! He fell in the lock, but he's safe at home now. Come on!"
My mum and the other adults followed me back to the house.
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