The ravine was a slight slope of green grass, wet from the summer rains, cold with red syrup that seeped out of the earth from sweet roots of maple trees. It was this sweet root that bled into the water and turned the river into a putrid, syrupy color and that made the water run sweet and tasty and it was this river that I fell into with a heavy thud. It was not a deep river. It was a shallow river, and I landed hard and heavy.
Luckily the Ambassador broke my fall.