As soon as our cars hit the side  
of the bridge, I tried to open my door,
but it was jammed shut.                
     I climbed out my window and onto  
the roof, all the while, counting the  
seconds in my head.                    
     Eight seconds, nine seconds, ten  
seconds.                               
     Burlap bags are not known for     
staying afloat very long, so as soon as
I climbed on the roof, I took a quick  
look to see how far away the end of the
bridge was, and it looked like it was  
miles away.                            
     My heart sank, but I didn’t give  
up. I jumped over to the bag-throwing- 
car’s roof and finally down to the     
ground. All the while, dodging the     
hands of the driver and passenger by   
stepping on them.                      
*      After I hit the ground running, I   
heard a car door open behind me, and   
maybe two people getting out and taking
off after me.                          
     That’s what it sounded like, but I
didn’t care. I was fast, but would I be
fast enough to save an animal’s life?  
That was the real problem, not the guys
chasing me.                            
     Fourteen seconds, fifteen seconds,
sixteen seconds.                       
     The guy in the car behind us, was 
now in front of me, and was also start-
ing to get out of his car. I had to    
detour around his shotgun side, as the 
precious seconds ticked away in my     
head.                                  
     Nineteen seconds, twenty seconds, 
twenty-one seconds.                    
     I could tell there was more than  
one person behind me, and they were    
about two seconds away.                



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