Zangar studied the view before him carefully but couldn't help the slight rush of adrenaline that hit him as he thought about what he was about to try. It was dangerous, it was probably stupid but it was going to be soooo much fun! And fun for Zangar tended to outweigh almost anything else, the only thing that might make it better was if a pretty lady came along to either try it with him if she was brave enough - or for him to show off his own bravery in front of, either choice would be fine really.
He just had to consider the best..and funnest..way to do this and so turned his attention back to the view before him. Recent storms had flooded the typically placid river until it was a swirling, debris infested rush of white water death that practically begged to be crossed. Zangar just couldn't decide which would be more of a rush - attempting to cross the slightly rotten looking log hanging over the top of it from the bank...or hanging onto some of that swirling debris and being swept downstream for the ride of his life. He was pretty sure eventually the debris would reach the other side and he was a pretty good swimmer ...on the other hand the log above his head was old and creaky and likely on the verge of falling apart..the thrill of being both high and possibly falling into the water below might be more fun.
Decisions...Decisions.
