As it had launched into the torrent, rolling and crashing against outcrops of rock, it had begun almost immediately to take on water; eventually becoming totally engulfed in the raging stream.
Waiting to see what would happen next, he had held his breath.
Then, after what seem like an eternity, the boat had emerged from the surging foam, bobbing and weaving into calmer water, before coming to rest by the river bank.
“Too flimsy”. The boy sighed, looking down at his now drenched origami craft.