For two or three days Baree's excursions after food took him farther and farther away from the pond.

But each afternoon he returned to it--until the third day, when he discovered a new creek, and Wakayoo.
The creek was fully two miles back in the forest.

This was a different sort of stream.

It sang merrily over a gravelly bed and between chasm walls of split rock.

It formed deep pools and foaming eddies, and where Baree first struck it, the air trembled with the distant thunder of a waterfall.