Saving Fish from Drowning - Heal Burma

SAVING FISH FROM DROWNING
ran closer to the TV, blocking everybody’s view. But now the news
crawl had disappeared.
“Did you see that?” he cried.
Loot ordered Bennie to get out of the way. No one in the tribe had
read the words at the bottom, not even Black Spot, who could pick
out one letter at a time with great effort. These English words had
run across the bottom of the screen as fast as a beetle when you over­
turned its home.
The crawl came back, slithering like a neon snake. “Special report:
More on the mystery of the eleven missing tourists in Myanmar.”
Bennie gasped. “Hey, guys!” he yelled. “Get over here, quick!
We’re going to be on TV!”
“What’s he imagining now?” Dwight said softly. They had been
taken in by other fantasies of Bennie’s. Claims that the bridge was up
(which it indeed had been when Black Spot went for more supplies).
Shouts that he saw people on the other side of the rift (which he in­
deed had, when Black Spot and Grease returned). And now he was
saying they were on Darwin’s Fittest? Poor Bennie, ever since his
seizure, he had been coming apart, they concluded. They tried to
humor him, and they also feared the possibility that others among
them would go insane.
Bennie shouted to them again. “The news,” he gasped. “We’re on
the news!”
“Your turn,” Moff told Roxanne, and she sighed and went to Ben­
nie to put to rest this latest false hope. If they didn’t, he would not
stop. But a few seconds later she yelled back, “Get over here! Quick!”
They nearly fell over one another to reach the television.
“Look!” Bennie shouted, dancing up and down. “I told you so.”
An anchor for an Australian network was saying that new footage
about the Missing Eleven had just been received. My friends stared
hard at the screen. But what came on next was a letdown. A travel
piece on Egypt or something. A figure was climbing to the top of a
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