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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