their hands as the little boys reached the docks. Standing up quickly, Fares realized what they were about to do. He recognized that kind of key. It was a jet ski key.
Rushing after them, Fares chased them to the dock. Yet, it was too late. Giggling, the two little boys had jumped onto a jet ski and shot away into the sea.
“ What silly boys,” Farah said, appearing behind him, her large beach hat tied firmly to her head with a blue ribbon. Yet, even as they watched, they saw the boys take a mighty turn and promptly fall sideways off the jet ski and into the water.
“ Help!”
A maid had appeared next to them on the docks.“ Omar! Mohamed! Someone help the Basha’ s children! They will drown! I knew I should have never let them out of my sight!”
“ But, how can we reach them?” Fares asked, wondering if he could swim fast enough.
“ Here!” the maid cried, stuffing a key into his palm. It matched the one the little boys had taken.“ Take the other jet ski! Just save the boys!” Farah was already sitting on the matching jet ski. Fares jumped on and quickly placed the key in its hole. The engine roared, water flew up into the air, and the second jet ski shot out amongst the waves.
Hands wrapped tightly around her brother’ s waist, Farah looked around her. They were skidding above the surface of the water, every
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